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Ah yeah!\n\nVerse One: KRS-One\n\nSo here I go kickin science in ninety-five\nI be illin, parental discretion is advised still\nDont call me nigga, this MC goes for his\nCall me God, cause that's what the black man is\nRoamin through the forest as the hardest lyrical artist\nBlack women you are not a bitch you're a Goddess\nLet it be known, you can lean on KRS-One\nLike a wall cause I'm hard, I represent GOD\nWack MC's have only one style: gun buck\nBut when you say, \"Let's buck for revolution\"\nThey shut the fuck up, kid, get with it\nDown to start a riot in a minute\nYou'll hear so many Bowe-Bowe-Bowe, you think I'm Riddick\nWhile other MC's are talkin bout up with hope down with dope\nI'll have a devil in my infrared scope, WOY!\nThat's for calling my father a boy and, KLAK KLAK KLAK!\nThat's for putting scars on my mother's back, BO!\nThat's for calling my sister a hoe, and for you\nBUCK BUCK BUCK, cause I don't give a motherfuck\nRemember the whip, remember the chant, remember about rope and\nYou black people still thinkin about vot-ing\nEvery president we ever had lied\nYou know I'm kinda glad Nixon died!\n\nChorus\n\nVerse Two: KRS\n\nThis is not the first time I came to the planet\nBut everytime I come, only a few could understand it\nI came as Isis, my words they tried to ban it\nI came as Moses, they couldn't follow my commandments\nI came as Solomon, to a people that was lost\nI came as Jesus, but they nailed me to a cross\nI came as Harriet Tubman, I put the truth to Sojourner\nOther times, I had to come as Nat Turner\nThey tried to burn me, lynch me and starve me\nSo I had to come back as Marcus Garvey, Bob Marley\nThey tried to harm me, I used to be Malcolm X\nNow I'm on the planet as the one called KRS\nKickin the metaphysical, spiritual, tryin to like\nGet wit you, showin you, you are invincible\nThe Black Panther is the black answer for real\nIn my spiritual form, I turn into Bobby Seale\nOn the wheels of steel, my spirit flies away\nAnd enters into Kwame Ture\n\nChorus\n\nVerse Three: KRS-One\n\nIn the streets there is no EQ, no di-do-di-do-di-do\nSo I grab the air and speak through the code\nThe devil cannot see through as I unload\nInto another cerebellum\nThen I can tell em, because my vibes go through denim\nAnd leather whatever, however, I'm still rockin\nWe used to pick cotton, now we pick up cotton when we shoppin\nHave you forgotten why we buildin in a cypher\nYo hear me kid, government is building in a pyramid\nThe son of God is brighter than the son of man\nThe spirit is, check your dollar bill G, here it is\nWe got no time for fancy mathematics\nYour mental frequency frequently pickin up static\nMakin you a naked body, attic and it's democratic\nThey press auto, and you kill it with an automatic\n\nChorus","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Ah-Yeah\n artist: KRS-One\n album: KRS-One\n duration_ms: 231000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you see a devil down\n Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you take the devil's crown\n Ah yeah, stay alive all things will change around\n Ah yeah, what? Ah yeah!\n\n Verse One: KRS-One\n\n So here I go kickin science in ninety-five\n I be illin, parental discretion is advised still\n Dont call me nigga, this MC goes for his\n Call me God, cause that's what the black man is\n Roamin through the forest as the hardest lyrical artist\n Black women you are not a bitch you're a Goddess\n Let it be known, you can lean on KRS-One\n Like a wall cause I'm hard, I represent GOD\n Wack MC's have only one style: gun buck\n But when you say, \"Let's buck for revolution\"\n They shut the fuck up, kid, get with it\n Down to start a riot in a minute\n You'll hear so many Bowe-Bowe-Bowe, you think I'm Riddick\n While other MC's are talkin bout up with hope down with dope\n I'll have a devil in my infrared scope, WOY!\n That's for calling my father a boy and, KLAK KLAK KLAK!\n That's for putting scars on my mother's back, BO!\n That's for calling my sister a hoe, and for you\n BUCK BUCK BUCK, cause I don't give a motherfuck\n Remember the whip, remember the chant, remember about rope and\n You black people still thinkin about vot-ing\n Every president we ever had lied\n You know I'm kinda glad Nixon died!\n\n Chorus\n\n Verse Two: KRS\n\n This is not the first time I came to the planet\n But everytime I come, only a few could understand it\n I came as Isis, my words they tried to ban it\n I came as Moses, they couldn't follow my commandments\n I came as Solomon, to a people that was lost\n I came as Jesus, but they nailed me to a cross\n I came as Harriet Tubman, I put the truth to Sojourner\n Other times, I had to come as Nat Turner\n They tried to burn me, lynch me and starve me\n So I had to come back as Marcus Garvey, Bob Marley\n They tried to harm me, I used to be Malcolm X\n Now I'm on the planet as the one called KRS\n Kickin the metaphysical, spiritual, tryin to like\n Get wit you, showin you, you are invincible\n The Black Panther is the black answer for real\n In my spiritual form, I turn into Bobby Seale\n On the wheels of steel, my spirit flies away\n And enters into Kwame Ture\n\n Chorus\n\n Verse Three: KRS-One\n\n In the streets there is no EQ, no di-do-di-do-di-do\n So I grab the air and speak through the code\n The devil cannot see through as I unload\n Into another cerebellum\n Then I can tell em, because my vibes go through denim\n And leather whatever, however, I'm still rockin\n We used to pick cotton, now we pick up cotton when we shoppin\n Have you forgotten why we buildin in a cypher\n Yo hear me kid, government is building in a pyramid\n The son of God is brighter than the son of man\n The spirit is, check your dollar bill G, here it is\n We got no time for fancy mathematics\n Your mental frequency frequently pickin up static\n Makin you a naked body, attic and it's democratic\n They press auto, and you kill it with an automatic\n\n Chorus\n"},{"id":31981184,"name":"Ah-Yeah","trackName":"Ah-Yeah","artistName":"KRS‐One","albumName":"KRS‐One","duration":251.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you see a devil down\nAh yeah, that's whatcha say when you take the devil's crown\nAh yeah, stay alive all things will change around\nAh yeah, what? Ah yeah!\n\nVerse One: KRS-One\n\nSo here I go kickin science in ninety-five\nI be illin, parental discretion is advised still\ndont call me nigga, this MC goes for his\nCall me God, cause that's what the black man is\nRoamin through the forest as the hardest lyrical artist\nBlack women you are not a bitch you're a Goddess\nLet it be known, you can lean on KRS-One\nLike a wall cause I'm hard, I represent GOD\nWack MC's have only one style: gun buck\nBut when you say, \"Let's buck for revolution\"\nThey shut the fuck up, kid, get with it\nDown to start a riot in a minute\nYou'll hear so many Bowe-Bowe-Bowe, you think I'm Riddick\nWhile other MC's are talkin bout up with hope down with dope\nI'll have a devil in my infrared scope, WOY!\nThat's for calling my father a boy and, KLAK KLAK KLAK!\nThat's for putting scars on my mother's back, BO!\nThat's for calling my sister a hoe, and for you\nBUCK BUCK BUCK, cause I don't give a motherfuck\nRemember the whip, remember the chant, remember about rope and\nyou black people still thinkin about vot-ing\nEvery president we ever had lied\nYou know I'm kinda glad Nixon died!\n\nChorus\n\nVerse Two: KRS\n\nThis is not the first time I came to the planet\nBut everytime I come, only a few could understand it\nI came as Isis, my words they tried to ban it\nI came as Moses, they couldn't follow my commandments\nI came as Solomon, to a people that was lost\nI came as Jesus, but they nailed me to a cross\nI came as Harriet Tubman, I put the truth to Sojourner\nOther times, I had to come as Nat Turner\nThey tried to burn me, lynch me and starve me\nSo I had to come back as Marcus Garvey, Bob Marley\nThey tried to harm me, I used to be Malcolm X\nNow I'm on the planet as the one called KRS\nKickin the metaphysical, spiritual, tryin to like\nget wit you, showin you, you are invincible\nThe Black Panther is the black answer for real\nIn my spiritual form, I turn into Bobby Seale\nOn the wheels of steel, my spirit flies away\nand enters into Kwame Ture\n\nChorus\n\nVerse Three: KRS-One\n\nIn the streets there is no EQ, no di-do-di-do-di-do\nSo I grab the air and speak through the code\nthe devil cannot see through as I unload\ninto another cerebellum\nThen I can tell em, because my vibes go through denim\nand leather whatever, however, I'm still rockin\nWe used to pick cotton, now we pick up cotton when we shoppin\nHave you forgotten why we buildin in a cypher\nYo hear me kid, government is building in a pyramid\nThe son of God is brighter than the son of man\nThe spirit is, check your dollar bill G, here it is\nWe got no time for fancy mathematics\nYour mental frequency frequently pickin up static\nMakin you a naked body, attic and it's democratic\nThey press auto, and you kill it with an automatic\n\nChorus","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.21] Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you see a devil down\n[00:04.07] Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you take the devil's crown\n[00:06.91] Ah yeah, stay alive all things will change around\n[00:10.17] Ah yeah, what? Ah yeah!\n[00:12.68] Verse One: KRS-One\n[00:13.19] So here I go kickin science in ninety-five\n[00:15.97] I be illin, parental discretion is advised still\n[00:19.00] dont call me nigga, this MC goes for his\n[00:22.13] Call me God, cause that's what the black man is\n[00:25.41] Roamin through the forest as the hardest lyrical artist\n[00:28.71] Black women you are not a bitch you're a Goddess\n[00:32.19] Let it be known, you can lean on KRS-One\n[00:34.91] Like a wall cause I'm hard, I represent GOD\n[00:38.26] Wack MC's have only one style: gun buck\n[00:41.05] But when you say, \"Let's buck for revolution\"\n[00:43.05] They shut the fuck up, kid, get with it\n[00:45.35] Down to start a riot in a minute\n[00:47.38] You'll hear so many Bowe-Bowe-Bowe, you think I'm Riddick\n[00:50.62] While other MC's are talkin bout up with hope down with dope\n[00:53.72] I'll have a devil in my infrared scope, WOY!\n[00:57.23] That's for calling my father a boy and, KLAK KLAK KLAK!\n[01:01.28] That's for putting scars on my mother's back, BO!\n[01:03.83] That's for calling my sister a hoe, and for you\n[01:06.71] BUCK BUCK BUCK, cause I don't give a motherfuck\n[01:09.43] Remember the whip, remember the chant, remember about rope and\n[01:12.73] you black people still thinkin about vot-ing\n[01:15.88] Every president we ever had lied\n[01:18.48] You know I'm kinda glad Nixon died!\n[01:20.75] Chorus\n[01:33.69] Verse Two: KRS\n[01:34.13] This is not the first time I came to the planet\n[01:37.07] But everytime I come, only a few could understand it\n[01:40.06] I came as Isis, my words they tried to ban it\n[01:43.25] I came as Moses, they couldn't follow my commandments\n[01:46.23] I came as Solomon, to a people that was lost\n[01:49.45] I came as Jesus, but they nailed me to a cross\n[01:52.44] I came as Harriet Tubman, I put the truth to Sojourner\n[01:55.60] Other times, I had to come as Nat Turner\n[01:58.76] They tried to burn me, lynch me and starve me\n[02:01.37] So I had to come back as Marcus Garvey, Bob Marley\n[02:05.01] They tried to harm me, I used to be Malcolm X\n[02:08.08] Now I'm on the planet as the one called KRS\n[02:11.25] Kickin the metaphysical, spiritual, tryin to like\n[02:14.42] get wit you, showin you, you are invincible\n[02:17.43] The Black Panther is the black answer for real\n[02:20.21] In my spiritual form, I turn into Bobby Seale\n[02:23.77] On the wheels of steel, my spirit flies away\n[02:26.59] and enters into Kwame Ture\n[02:29.09] Chorus\n[02:40.99] Verse Three: KRS-One\n[02:53.92] In the streets there is no EQ, no di-do-di-do-di-do\n[02:57.53] So I grab the air and speak through the code\n[02:59.78] the devil cannot see through as I unload\n[03:02.05] into another cerebellum\n[03:03.84] Then I can tell em, because my vibes go through denim\n[03:06.60] and leather whatever, however, I'm still rockin\n[03:09.79] We used to pick cotton, now we pick up cotton when we shoppin\n[03:13.32] Have you forgotten why we buildin in a cypher\n[03:16.48] Yo hear me kid, government is building in a pyramid\n[03:19.75] The son of God is brighter than the son of man\n[03:22.32] The spirit is, check your dollar bill G, here it is\n[03:25.21] We got no time for fancy mathematics\n[03:28.52] Your mental frequency frequently pickin up static\n[03:31.89] Makin you a naked body, attic and it's democratic\n[03:35.17] They press auto, and you kill it with an automatic\n[03:37.75] Chorus\n[03:54.14] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Ah-Yeah\n artist: KRS‐One\n album: KRS‐One\n duration_ms: 251000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you see a devil down\n start_ms: 1210\n end_ms: 4070\n- text: Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you take the devil's crown\n start_ms: 4070\n end_ms: 6910\n- text: Ah yeah, stay alive all things will change around\n start_ms: 6910\n end_ms: 10170\n- text: Ah yeah, what? 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is, check your dollar bill G, here it is\n start_ms: 202320\n end_ms: 205210\n- text: We got no time for fancy mathematics\n start_ms: 205210\n end_ms: 208520\n- text: Your mental frequency frequently pickin up static\n start_ms: 208520\n end_ms: 211890\n- text: Makin you a naked body, attic and it's democratic\n start_ms: 211890\n end_ms: 215170\n- text: They press auto, and you kill it with an automatic\n start_ms: 215170\n end_ms: 217750\n- text: Chorus\n start_ms: 217750\n end_ms: 234140\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 234140\nplain: |-\n Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you see a devil down\n Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you take the devil's crown\n Ah yeah, stay alive all things will change around\n Ah yeah, what? Ah yeah!\n\n Verse One: KRS-One\n\n So here I go kickin science in ninety-five\n I be illin, parental discretion is advised still\n dont call me nigga, this MC goes for his\n Call me God, cause that's what the black man is\n Roamin through the forest as the hardest lyrical artist\n Black women you are not a bitch you're a Goddess\n Let it be known, you can lean on KRS-One\n Like a wall cause I'm hard, I represent GOD\n Wack MC's have only one style: gun buck\n But when you say, \"Let's buck for revolution\"\n They shut the fuck up, kid, get with it\n Down to start a riot in a minute\n You'll hear so many Bowe-Bowe-Bowe, you think I'm Riddick\n While other MC's are talkin bout up with hope down with dope\n I'll have a devil in my infrared scope, WOY!\n That's for calling my father a boy and, KLAK KLAK KLAK!\n That's for putting scars on my mother's back, BO!\n That's for calling my sister a hoe, and for you\n BUCK BUCK BUCK, cause I don't give a motherfuck\n Remember the whip, remember the chant, remember about rope and\n you black people still thinkin about vot-ing\n Every president we ever had lied\n You know I'm kinda glad Nixon died!\n\n Chorus\n\n Verse Two: KRS\n\n This is not the first time I came to the planet\n But everytime I come, only a few could understand it\n I came as Isis, my words they tried to ban it\n I came as Moses, they couldn't follow my commandments\n I came as Solomon, to a people that was lost\n I came as Jesus, but they nailed me to a cross\n I came as Harriet Tubman, I put the truth to Sojourner\n Other times, I had to come as Nat Turner\n They tried to burn me, lynch me and starve me\n So I had to come back as Marcus Garvey, Bob Marley\n They tried to harm me, I used to be Malcolm X\n Now I'm on the planet as the one called KRS\n Kickin the metaphysical, spiritual, tryin to like\n get wit you, showin you, you are invincible\n The Black Panther is the black answer for real\n In my spiritual form, I turn into Bobby Seale\n On the wheels of steel, my spirit flies away\n and enters into Kwame Ture\n\n Chorus\n\n Verse Three: KRS-One\n\n In the streets there is no EQ, no di-do-di-do-di-do\n So I grab the air and speak through the code\n the devil cannot see through as I unload\n into another cerebellum\n Then I can tell em, because my vibes go through denim\n and leather whatever, however, I'm still rockin\n We used to pick cotton, now we pick up cotton when we shoppin\n Have you forgotten why we buildin in a cypher\n Yo hear me kid, government is building in a pyramid\n The son of God is brighter than the son of man\n The spirit is, check your dollar bill G, here it is\n We got no time for fancy mathematics\n Your mental frequency frequently pickin up static\n Makin you a naked body, attic and it's democratic\n They press auto, and you kill it with an automatic\n\n Chorus\n"},{"id":31053467,"name":"Ah-Yeah","trackName":"Ah-Yeah","artistName":"KRS-One","albumName":"KRS-One","duration":238.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you see a devil down\nAh yeah, that's whatcha say when you take the devil's crown\nAh yeah, stay alive all things will change around\nAh yeah, what? 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Ah yeah!\n\n Verse One: KRS-One\n\n So here I go kickin science in ninety-five\n I be illin, parental discretion is advised still\n dont call me nigga, this MC goes for his\n Call me God, cause that's what the black man is\n Roamin through the forest as the hardest lyrical artist\n Black women you are not a bitch you're a Goddess\n Let it be known, you can lean on KRS-One\n Like a wall cause I'm hard, I represent GOD\n Wack MC's have only one style: gun buck\n But when you say, \"Let's buck for revolution\"\n They shut the fuck up, kid, get with it\n Down to start a riot in a minute\n You'll hear so many Bowe-Bowe-Bowe, you think I'm Riddick\n While other MC's are talkin bout up with hope down with dope\n I'll have a devil in my infrared scope, WOY!\n That's for calling my father a boy and, KLAK KLAK KLAK!\n That's for putting scars on my mother's back, BO!\n That's for calling my sister a hoe, and for you\n BUCK BUCK BUCK, cause I don't give a motherfuck\n Remember the whip, remember the chant, remember about rope and\n you black people still thinkin about vot-ing\n Every president we ever had lied\n You know I'm kinda glad Nixon died!\n\n Chorus\n\n Verse Two: KRS\n\n This is not the first time I came to the planet\n But everytime I come, only a few could understand it\n I came as Isis, my words they tried to ban it\n I came as Moses, they couldn't follow my commandments\n I came as Solomon, to a people that was lost\n I came as Jesus, but they nailed me to a cross\n I came as Harriet Tubman, I put the truth to Sojourner\n Other times, I had to come as Nat Turner\n They tried to burn me, lynch me and starve me\n So I had to come back as Marcus Garvey, Bob Marley\n They tried to harm me, I used to be Malcolm X\n Now I'm on the planet as the one called KRS\n Kickin the metaphysical, spiritual, tryin to like\n get wit you, showin you, you are invincible\n The Black Panther is the black answer for real\n In my spiritual form, I turn into Bobby Seale\n On the wheels of steel, my spirit flies away\n and enters into Kwame Ture\n\n Chorus\n\n Verse Three: KRS-One\n\n In the streets there is no EQ, no di-do-di-do-di-do\n So I grab the air and speak through the code\n the devil cannot see through as I unload\n into another cerebellum\n Then I can tell em, because my vibes go through denim\n and leather whatever, however, I'm still rockin\n We used to pick cotton, now we pick up cotton when we shoppin\n Have you forgotten why we buildin in a cypher\n Yo hear me kid, government is building in a pyramid\n The son of God is brighter than the son of man\n The spirit is, check your dollar bill G, here it is\n We got no time for fancy mathematics\n Your mental frequency frequently pickin up static\n Makin you a naked body, attic and it's democratic\n They press auto, and you kill it with an automatic\n\n Chorus\n"},{"id":24860401,"name":"Ah-Yeah","trackName":"Ah-Yeah","artistName":"KRS-ONE","albumName":"KRS-ONE","duration":235.577542,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you see a devil down\nAh yeah, that's whatcha say when you take the devil's crown\nAh yeah, stay alive all things will change around\nAh yeah, what? Ah yeah!\n\nVerse One: KRS-One\n\nSo here I go kickin science in ninety-five\nI be illin, parental discretion is advised still\nDont call me nigga, this MC goes for his\nCall me God, cause that's what the black man is\nRoamin through the forest as the hardest lyrical artist\nBlack women you are not a bitch you're a Goddess\nLet it be known, you can lean on KRS-One\nLike a wall cause I'm hard, I represent GOD\nWack MC's have only one style: gun buck\nBut when you say, \"Let's buck for revolution\"\nThey shut the fuck up, kid, get with it\nDown to start a riot in a minute\nYou'll hear so many Bowe-Bowe-Bowe, you think I'm Riddick\nWhile other MC's are talkin bout up with hope down with dope\nI'll have a devil in my infrared scope, WOY!\nThat's for calling my father a boy and, KLAK KLAK KLAK!\nThat's for putting scars on my mother's back, BO!\nThat's for calling my sister a hoe, and for you\nBUCK BUCK BUCK, cause I don't give a motherfuck\nRemember the whip, remember the chant, remember about rope and\nYou black people still thinkin about vot-ing\nEvery president we ever had lied\nYou know I'm kinda glad Nixon died!\n\nChorus\n\nVerse Two: KRS\n\nThis is not the first time I came to the planet\nBut everytime I come, only a few could understand it\nI came as Isis, my words they tried to ban it\nI came as Moses, they couldn't follow my commandments\nI came as Solomon, to a people that was lost\nI came as Jesus, but they nailed me to a cross\nI came as Harriet Tubman, I put the truth to Sojourner\nOther times, I had to come as Nat Turner\nThey tried to burn me, lynch me and starve me\nSo I had to come back as Marcus Garvey, Bob Marley\nThey tried to harm me, I used to be Malcolm X\nNow I'm on the planet as the one called KRS\nKickin the metaphysical, spiritual, tryin to like\nGet wit you, showin you, you are invincible\nThe Black Panther is the black answer for real\nIn my spiritual form, I turn into Bobby Seale\nOn the wheels of steel, my spirit flies away\nAnd enters into Kwame Ture\n\nChorus\n\nVerse Three: KRS-One\n\nIn the streets there is no EQ, no di-do-di-do-di-do\nSo I grab the air and speak through the code\nThe devil cannot see through as I unload\nInto another cerebellum\nThen I can tell em, because my vibes go through denim\nAnd leather whatever, however, I'm still rockin\nWe used to pick cotton, now we pick up cotton when we shoppin\nHave you forgotten why we buildin in a cypher\nYo hear me kid, government is building in a pyramid\nThe son of God is brighter than the son of man\nThe spirit is, check your dollar bill G, here it is\nWe got no time for fancy mathematics\nYour mental frequency frequently pickin up static\nMakin you a naked body, attic and it's democratic\nThey press auto, and you kill it with an automatic\n\nChorus","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Ah-Yeah\n artist: KRS-ONE\n album: KRS-ONE\n duration_ms: 235578\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you see a devil down\n Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you take the devil's crown\n Ah yeah, stay alive all things will change around\n Ah yeah, what? Ah yeah!\n\n Verse One: KRS-One\n\n So here I go kickin science in ninety-five\n I be illin, parental discretion is advised still\n Dont call me nigga, this MC goes for his\n Call me God, cause that's what the black man is\n Roamin through the forest as the hardest lyrical artist\n Black women you are not a bitch you're a Goddess\n Let it be known, you can lean on KRS-One\n Like a wall cause I'm hard, I represent GOD\n Wack MC's have only one style: gun buck\n But when you say, \"Let's buck for revolution\"\n They shut the fuck up, kid, get with it\n Down to start a riot in a minute\n You'll hear so many Bowe-Bowe-Bowe, you think I'm Riddick\n While other MC's are talkin bout up with hope down with dope\n I'll have a devil in my infrared scope, WOY!\n That's for calling my father a boy and, KLAK KLAK KLAK!\n That's for putting scars on my mother's back, BO!\n That's for calling my sister a hoe, and for you\n BUCK BUCK BUCK, cause I don't give a motherfuck\n Remember the whip, remember the chant, remember about rope and\n You black people still thinkin about vot-ing\n Every president we ever had lied\n You know I'm kinda glad Nixon died!\n\n Chorus\n\n Verse Two: KRS\n\n This is not the first time I came to the planet\n But everytime I come, only a few could understand it\n I came as Isis, my words they tried to ban it\n I came as Moses, they couldn't follow my commandments\n I came as Solomon, to a people that was lost\n I came as Jesus, but they nailed me to a cross\n I came as Harriet Tubman, I put the truth to Sojourner\n Other times, I had to come as Nat Turner\n They tried to burn me, lynch me and starve me\n So I had to come back as Marcus Garvey, Bob Marley\n They tried to harm me, I used to be Malcolm X\n Now I'm on the planet as the one called KRS\n Kickin the metaphysical, spiritual, tryin to like\n Get wit you, showin you, you are invincible\n The Black Panther is the black answer for real\n In my spiritual form, I turn into Bobby Seale\n On the wheels of steel, my spirit flies away\n And enters into Kwame Ture\n\n Chorus\n\n Verse Three: KRS-One\n\n In the streets there is no EQ, no di-do-di-do-di-do\n So I grab the air and speak through the code\n The devil cannot see through as I unload\n Into another cerebellum\n Then I can tell em, because my vibes go through denim\n And leather whatever, however, I'm still rockin\n We used to pick cotton, now we pick up cotton when we shoppin\n Have you forgotten why we buildin in a cypher\n Yo hear me kid, government is building in a pyramid\n The son of God is brighter than the son of man\n The spirit is, check your dollar bill G, here it is\n We got no time for fancy mathematics\n Your mental frequency frequently pickin up static\n Makin you a naked body, attic and it's democratic\n They press auto, and you kill it with an automatic\n\n Chorus\n"},{"id":10262955,"name":"Ah-Yeah","trackName":"Ah-Yeah","artistName":"KRS‐One","albumName":"KRS-One","duration":231.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you see a devil down\nAh yeah, that's whatcha say when you take the devil's crown\nAh yeah, stay alive all things will change around\nAh yeah, what? Ah yeah!\n\nVerse One: KRS-One\n\nSo here I go kickin science in ninety-five\nI be illin, parental discretion is advised still\ndont call me nigga, this MC goes for his\nCall me God, cause that's what the black man is\nRoamin through the forest as the hardest lyrical artist\nBlack women you are not a bitch you're a Goddess\nLet it be known, you can lean on KRS-One\nLike a wall cause I'm hard, I represent GOD\nWack MC's have only one style: gun buck\nBut when you say, \"Let's buck for revolution\"\nThey shut the fuck up, kid, get with it\nDown to start a riot in a minute\nYou'll hear so many Bowe-Bowe-Bowe, you think I'm Riddick\nWhile other MC's are talkin bout up with hope down with dope\nI'll have a devil in my infrared scope, WOY!\nThat's for calling my father a boy and, KLAK KLAK KLAK!\nThat's for putting scars on my mother's back, BO!\nThat's for calling my sister a hoe, and for you\nBUCK BUCK BUCK, cause I don't give a motherfuck\nRemember the whip, remember the chant, remember about rope and\nyou black people still thinkin about vot-ing\nEvery president we ever had lied\nYou know I'm kinda glad Nixon died!\n\nChorus\n\nVerse Two: KRS\n\nThis is not the first time I came to the planet\nBut everytime I come, only a few could understand it\nI came as Isis, my words they tried to ban it\nI came as Moses, they couldn't follow my commandments\nI came as Solomon, to a people that was lost\nI came as Jesus, but they nailed me to a cross\nI came as Harriet Tubman, I put the truth to Sojourner\nOther times, I had to come as Nat Turner\nThey tried to burn me, lynch me and starve me\nSo I had to come back as Marcus Garvey, Bob Marley\nThey tried to harm me, I used to be Malcolm X\nNow I'm on the planet as the one called KRS\nKickin the metaphysical, spiritual, tryin to like\nget wit you, showin you, you are invincible\nThe Black Panther is the black answer for real\nIn my spiritual form, I turn into Bobby Seale\nOn the wheels of steel, my spirit flies away\nand enters into Kwame Ture\n\nChorus\n\nVerse Three: KRS-One\n\nIn the streets there is no EQ, no di-do-di-do-di-do\nSo I grab the air and speak through the code\nthe devil cannot see through as I unload\ninto another cerebellum\nThen I can tell em, because my vibes go through denim\nand leather whatever, however, I'm still rockin\nWe used to pick cotton, now we pick up cotton when we shoppin\nHave you forgotten why we buildin in a cypher\nYo hear me kid, government is building in a pyramid\nThe son of God is brighter than the son of man\nThe spirit is, check your dollar bill G, here it is\nWe got no time for fancy mathematics\nYour mental frequency frequently pickin up static\nMakin you a naked body, attic and it's democratic\nThey press auto, and you kill it with an automatic\n\nChorus","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.67] Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you see a devil down\n[00:04.21] Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you take the devil's crown\n[00:07.46] Ah yeah, stay alive all things will change around\n[00:10.58] Ah yeah, what? Ah yeah!\n[00:13.29] Verse One: KRS-One\n[00:14.47] So here I go kickin science in ninety-five\n[00:17.40] I be illin, parental discretion is advised still\n[00:19.93] Dont call me nigga, this MC goes for his\n[00:22.61] Call me God, cause that's what the black man is\n[00:25.61] Roamin through the forest as the hardest lyrical artist\n[00:28.98] Black women you are not a bitch you're a Goddess\n[00:32.00] Let it be known, you can lean on KRS-One\n[00:35.15] Like a wall cause I'm hard, I represent GOD\n[00:37.95] Wack MC's have only one style: gun buck\n[00:40.75] But when you say, \"Let's buck for revolution\"\n[00:43.55] They shut the fuck up, kid, get with it\n[00:45.88] Down to start a riot in a minute\n[00:47.72] You'll hear so many Bowe-Bowe-Bowe, you think I'm Riddick\n[00:50.52] While other MC's are talkin bout up with hope down with dope\n[00:54.43] I'll have a devil in my infrared scope, WOY!\n[00:57.98] That's for calling my father a boy and, KLAK KLAK KLAK!\n[01:01.43] That's for putting scars on my mother's back, BO!\n[01:03.60] That's for calling my sister a hoe, and for you\n[01:06.32] BUCK BUCK BUCK, cause I don't give a motherfuck\n[01:09.63] Remember the whip, remember the chant, remember about rope and\n[01:12.88] You black people still thinkin about vot-ing\n[01:15.87] Every president we ever had lied\n[01:18.56] You know I'm kinda glad Nixon died!\n[01:21.89] Chorus\n[01:32.43] Verse Two: KRS\n[01:35.07] This is not the first time I came to the planet\n[01:37.46] But everytime I come, only a few could understand it\n[01:40.55] I came as Isis, my words they tried to ban it\n[01:43.63] I came as Moses, they couldn't follow my commandments\n[01:46.65] I came as Solomon, to a people that was lost\n[01:49.64] I came as Jesus, but they nailed me to a cross\n[01:53.00] I came as Harriet Tubman, I put the truth to Sojourner\n[01:56.36] Other times, I had to come as Nat Turner\n[01:59.47] They tried to burn me, lynch me and starve me\n[02:01.91] So I had to come back as Marcus Garvey, Bob Marley\n[02:05.58] They tried to harm me, I used to be Malcolm X\n[02:08.55] Now I'm on the planet as the one called KRS\n[02:11.81] Kickin the metaphysical, spiritual, tryin to like\n[02:15.43] Get wit you, showin you, you are invincible\n[02:17.91] The Black Panther is the black answer for real\n[02:21.07] In my spiritual form, I turn into Bobby Seale\n[02:24.19] On the wheels of steel, my spirit flies away\n[02:27.09] And enters into Kwame Ture\n[02:30.50] Chorus\n[02:44.12] Verse Three: KRS-One\n[02:53.95] \n[02:56.13] In the streets there is no EQ, no di-do-di-do-di-do\n[02:58.58] So I grab the air and speak through the code\n[03:01.15] The devil cannot see through as I unload\n[03:03.04] Into another cerebellum\n[03:04.60] Then I can tell em, because my vibes go through denim\n[03:08.59] And leather whatever, however, I'm still rockin\n[03:11.72] We used to pick cotton, now we pick up cotton when we shoppin\n[03:15.38] Have you forgotten why we buildin in a cypher\n[03:17.45] Yo hear me kid, government is building in a pyramid\n[03:20.52] The son of God is brighter than the son of man\n[03:23.41] The spirit is, check your dollar bill G, here it is\n[03:26.62] We got no time for fancy mathematics\n[03:29.69] Your mental frequency frequently pickin up static\n[03:32.77] Makin you a naked body, attic and it's democratic\n[03:35.95] They press auto, and you kill it with an automatic\n[03:39.94] Chorus\n[03:50.01] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Ah-Yeah\n artist: KRS‐One\n album: KRS-One\n duration_ms: 231000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you see a devil down\n start_ms: 1670\n end_ms: 4210\n- text: Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you take the devil's crown\n start_ms: 4210\n end_ms: 7460\n- text: Ah yeah, stay alive all things will change around\n start_ms: 7460\n end_ms: 10580\n- text: Ah yeah, what? 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'Verse Three: KRS-One'\n start_ms: 164120\n end_ms: 173950\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 173950\n end_ms: 176130\n- text: In the streets there is no EQ, no di-do-di-do-di-do\n start_ms: 176130\n end_ms: 178580\n- text: So I grab the air and speak through the code\n start_ms: 178580\n end_ms: 181150\n- text: The devil cannot see through as I unload\n start_ms: 181150\n end_ms: 183040\n- text: Into another cerebellum\n start_ms: 183040\n end_ms: 184600\n- text: Then I can tell em, because my vibes go through denim\n start_ms: 184600\n end_ms: 188590\n- text: And leather whatever, however, I'm still rockin\n start_ms: 188590\n end_ms: 191720\n- text: We used to pick cotton, now we pick up cotton when we shoppin\n start_ms: 191720\n end_ms: 195380\n- text: Have you forgotten why we buildin in a cypher\n start_ms: 195380\n end_ms: 197450\n- text: Yo hear me kid, government is building in a pyramid\n start_ms: 197450\n end_ms: 200520\n- text: The son of God is brighter than the son of man\n start_ms: 200520\n end_ms: 203410\n- text: The spirit is, check your dollar bill G, here it is\n start_ms: 203410\n end_ms: 206620\n- text: We got no time for fancy mathematics\n start_ms: 206620\n end_ms: 209690\n- text: Your mental frequency frequently pickin up static\n start_ms: 209690\n end_ms: 212770\n- text: Makin you a naked body, attic and it's democratic\n start_ms: 212770\n end_ms: 215950\n- text: They press auto, and you kill it with an automatic\n start_ms: 215950\n end_ms: 219940\n- text: Chorus\n start_ms: 219940\n end_ms: 230010\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 230010\nplain: |-\n Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you see a devil down\n Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you take the devil's crown\n Ah yeah, stay alive all things will change around\n Ah yeah, what? Ah yeah!\n\n Verse One: KRS-One\n\n So here I go kickin science in ninety-five\n I be illin, parental discretion is advised still\n dont call me nigga, this MC goes for his\n Call me God, cause that's what the black man is\n Roamin through the forest as the hardest lyrical artist\n Black women you are not a bitch you're a Goddess\n Let it be known, you can lean on KRS-One\n Like a wall cause I'm hard, I represent GOD\n Wack MC's have only one style: gun buck\n But when you say, \"Let's buck for revolution\"\n They shut the fuck up, kid, get with it\n Down to start a riot in a minute\n You'll hear so many Bowe-Bowe-Bowe, you think I'm Riddick\n While other MC's are talkin bout up with hope down with dope\n I'll have a devil in my infrared scope, WOY!\n That's for calling my father a boy and, KLAK KLAK KLAK!\n That's for putting scars on my mother's back, BO!\n That's for calling my sister a hoe, and for you\n BUCK BUCK BUCK, cause I don't give a motherfuck\n Remember the whip, remember the chant, remember about rope and\n you black people still thinkin about vot-ing\n Every president we ever had lied\n You know I'm kinda glad Nixon died!\n\n Chorus\n\n Verse Two: KRS\n\n This is not the first time I came to the planet\n But everytime I come, only a few could understand it\n I came as Isis, my words they tried to ban it\n I came as Moses, they couldn't follow my commandments\n I came as Solomon, to a people that was lost\n I came as Jesus, but they nailed me to a cross\n I came as Harriet Tubman, I put the truth to Sojourner\n Other times, I had to come as Nat Turner\n They tried to burn me, lynch me and starve me\n So I had to come back as Marcus Garvey, Bob Marley\n They tried to harm me, I used to be Malcolm X\n Now I'm on the planet as the one called KRS\n Kickin the metaphysical, spiritual, tryin to like\n get wit you, showin you, you are invincible\n The Black Panther is the black answer for real\n In my spiritual form, I turn into Bobby Seale\n On the wheels of steel, my spirit flies away\n and enters into Kwame Ture\n\n Chorus\n\n Verse Three: KRS-One\n\n In the streets there is no EQ, no di-do-di-do-di-do\n So I grab the air and speak through the code\n the devil cannot see through as I unload\n into another cerebellum\n Then I can tell em, because my vibes go through denim\n and leather whatever, however, I'm still rockin\n We used to pick cotton, now we pick up cotton when we shoppin\n Have you forgotten why we buildin in a cypher\n Yo hear me kid, government is building in a pyramid\n The son of God is brighter than the son of man\n The spirit is, check your dollar bill G, here it is\n We got no time for fancy mathematics\n Your mental frequency frequently pickin up static\n Makin you a naked body, attic and it's democratic\n They press auto, and you kill it with an automatic\n\n Chorus\n"},{"id":9953933,"name":"Ah‐Yeah","trackName":"Ah‐Yeah","artistName":"KRS‐ONE","albumName":"KRS‐ONE","duration":231.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you see a devil down\nAh yeah, that's whatcha say when you take the devil's crown\nAh yeah, stay alive all things will change around\nAh yeah, what? Ah yeah!\n\nVerse One: KRS-One\n\nSo here I go kickin science in ninety-five\nI be illin, parental discretion is advised still\ndont call me nigga, this MC goes for his\nCall me God, cause that's what the black man is\nRoamin through the forest as the hardest lyrical artist\nBlack women you are not a bitch you're a Goddess\nLet it be known, you can lean on KRS-One\nLike a wall cause I'm hard, I represent GOD\nWack MC's have only one style: gun buck\nBut when you say, \"Let's buck for revolution\"\nThey shut the fuck up, kid, get with it\nDown to start a riot in a minute\nYou'll hear so many Bowe-Bowe-Bowe, you think I'm Riddick\nWhile other MC's are talkin bout up with hope down with dope\nI'll have a devil in my infrared scope, WOY!\nThat's for calling my father a boy and, KLAK KLAK KLAK!\nThat's for putting scars on my mother's back, BO!\nThat's for calling my sister a hoe, and for you\nBUCK BUCK BUCK, cause I don't give a motherfuck\nRemember the whip, remember the chant, remember about rope and\nyou black people still thinkin about vot-ing\nEvery president we ever had lied\nYou know I'm kinda glad Nixon died!\n\nChorus\n\nVerse Two: KRS\n\nThis is not the first time I came to the planet\nBut everytime I come, only a few could understand it\nI came as Isis, my words they tried to ban it\nI came as Moses, they couldn't follow my commandments\nI came as Solomon, to a people that was lost\nI came as Jesus, but they nailed me to a cross\nI came as Harriet Tubman, I put the truth to Sojourner\nOther times, I had to come as Nat Turner\nThey tried to burn me, lynch me and starve me\nSo I had to come back as Marcus Garvey, Bob Marley\nThey tried to harm me, I used to be Malcolm X\nNow I'm on the planet as the one called KRS\nKickin the metaphysical, spiritual, tryin to like\nget wit you, showin you, you are invincible\nThe Black Panther is the black answer for real\nIn my spiritual form, I turn into Bobby Seale\nOn the wheels of steel, my spirit flies away\nand enters into Kwame Ture\n\nChorus\n\nVerse Three: KRS-One\n\nIn the streets there is no EQ, no di-do-di-do-di-do\nSo I grab the air and speak through the code\nthe devil cannot see through as I unload\ninto another cerebellum\nThen I can tell em, because my vibes go through denim\nand leather whatever, however, I'm still rockin\nWe used to pick cotton, now we pick up cotton when we shoppin\nHave you forgotten why we buildin in a cypher\nYo hear me kid, government is building in a pyramid\nThe son of God is brighter than the son of man\nThe spirit is, check your dollar bill G, here it is\nWe got no time for fancy mathematics\nYour mental frequency frequently pickin up static\nMakin you a naked body, attic and it's democratic\nThey press auto, and you kill it with an automatic\n\nChorus","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.62] Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you see a devil down\n[00:04.23] Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you take the devil's crown\n[00:07.44] Ah yeah, stay alive all things will change around\n[00:10.53] Ah yeah, what? Ah yeah!\n[00:13.29] Verse One: KRS-One\n[00:14.49] So here I go kickin science in ninety-five\n[00:17.49] I be illin, parental discretion is advised still\n[00:19.96] Dont call me nigga, this MC goes for his\n[00:22.66] Call me God, cause that's what the black man is\n[00:25.63] Roamin through the forest as the hardest lyrical artist\n[00:28.94] Black women you are not a bitch you're a Goddess\n[00:32.04] Let it be known, you can lean on KRS-One\n[00:35.12] Like a wall cause I'm hard, I represent GOD\n[00:37.97] Wack MC's have only one style: gun buck\n[00:40.78] But when you say, \"Let's buck for revolution\"\n[00:43.50] They shut the fuck up, kid, get with it\n[00:45.84] Down to start a riot in a minute\n[00:47.70] You'll hear so many Bowe-Bowe-Bowe, you think I'm Riddick\n[00:50.57] While other MC's are talkin bout up with hope down with dope\n[00:54.46] I'll have a devil in my infrared scope, WOY!\n[00:57.97] That's for calling my father a boy and, KLAK KLAK KLAK!\n[01:01.47] That's for putting scars on my mother's back, BO!\n[01:03.63] That's for calling my sister a hoe, and for you\n[01:06.30] BUCK BUCK BUCK, cause I don't give a motherfuck\n[01:09.63] Remember the whip, remember the chant, remember about rope and\n[01:12.80] You black people still thinkin about vot-ing\n[01:15.82] Every president we ever had lied\n[01:18.54] You know I'm kinda glad Nixon died!\n[01:21.84] Chorus\n[01:32.44] Verse Two: KRS\n[01:35.01] This is not the first time I came to the planet\n[01:37.46] But everytime I come, only a few could understand it\n[01:40.58] I came as Isis, my words they tried to ban it\n[01:43.66] I came as Moses, they couldn't follow my commandments\n[01:46.69] I came as Solomon, to a people that was lost\n[01:49.67] I came as Jesus, but they nailed me to a cross\n[01:53.05] I came as Harriet Tubman, I put the truth to Sojourner\n[01:56.38] Other times, I had to come as Nat Turner\n[01:59.44] They tried to burn me, lynch me and starve me\n[02:01.92] So I had to come back as Marcus Garvey, Bob Marley\n[02:05.52] They tried to harm me, I used to be Malcolm X\n[02:08.58] Now I'm on the planet as the one called KRS\n[02:11.87] Kickin the metaphysical, spiritual, tryin to like\n[02:15.44] Get wit you, showin you, you are invincible\n[02:17.96] The Black Panther is the black answer for real\n[02:21.05] In my spiritual form, I turn into Bobby Seale\n[02:24.14] On the wheels of steel, my spirit flies away\n[02:27.00] And enters into Kwame Ture\n[02:30.47] Chorus\n[02:44.11] Verse Three: KRS-One\n[02:53.94] \n[02:56.17] In the streets there is no EQ, no di-do-di-do-di-do\n[02:58.53] So I grab the air and speak through the code\n[03:01.18] The devil cannot see through as I unload\n[03:03.01] Into another cerebellum\n[03:04.64] Then I can tell em, because my vibes go through denim\n[03:08.52] And leather whatever, however, I'm still rockin\n[03:11.71] We used to pick cotton, now we pick up cotton when we shoppin\n[03:15.36] Have you forgotten why we buildin in a cypher\n[03:17.46] Yo hear me kid, government is building in a pyramid\n[03:20.55] The son of God is brighter than the son of man\n[03:23.41] The spirit is, check your dollar bill G, here it is\n[03:26.67] We got no time for fancy mathematics\n[03:29.62] Your mental frequency frequently pickin up static\n[03:32.79] Makin you a naked body, attic and it's democratic\n[03:35.93] They press auto, and you kill it with an automatic\n[03:39.92] Chorus\n[03:50.02] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Ah‐Yeah\n artist: KRS‐ONE\n album: KRS‐ONE\n duration_ms: 231000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you see a devil down\n start_ms: 1620\n end_ms: 4230\n- text: Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you take the devil's crown\n start_ms: 4230\n end_ms: 7440\n- text: Ah yeah, stay alive all things will change around\n start_ms: 7440\n end_ms: 10530\n- text: Ah yeah, what? 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'Verse Three: KRS-One'\n start_ms: 164110\n end_ms: 173940\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 173940\n end_ms: 176170\n- text: In the streets there is no EQ, no di-do-di-do-di-do\n start_ms: 176170\n end_ms: 178530\n- text: So I grab the air and speak through the code\n start_ms: 178530\n end_ms: 181180\n- text: The devil cannot see through as I unload\n start_ms: 181180\n end_ms: 183010\n- text: Into another cerebellum\n start_ms: 183010\n end_ms: 184640\n- text: Then I can tell em, because my vibes go through denim\n start_ms: 184640\n end_ms: 188520\n- text: And leather whatever, however, I'm still rockin\n start_ms: 188520\n end_ms: 191710\n- text: We used to pick cotton, now we pick up cotton when we shoppin\n start_ms: 191710\n end_ms: 195360\n- text: Have you forgotten why we buildin in a cypher\n start_ms: 195360\n end_ms: 197460\n- text: Yo hear me kid, government is building in a pyramid\n start_ms: 197460\n end_ms: 200550\n- text: The son of God is brighter than the son of man\n 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Ah yeah!\n\n Verse One: KRS-One\n\n So here I go kickin science in ninety-five\n I be illin, parental discretion is advised still\n dont call me nigga, this MC goes for his\n Call me God, cause that's what the black man is\n Roamin through the forest as the hardest lyrical artist\n Black women you are not a bitch you're a Goddess\n Let it be known, you can lean on KRS-One\n Like a wall cause I'm hard, I represent GOD\n Wack MC's have only one style: gun buck\n But when you say, \"Let's buck for revolution\"\n They shut the fuck up, kid, get with it\n Down to start a riot in a minute\n You'll hear so many Bowe-Bowe-Bowe, you think I'm Riddick\n While other MC's are talkin bout up with hope down with dope\n I'll have a devil in my infrared scope, WOY!\n That's for calling my father a boy and, KLAK KLAK KLAK!\n That's for putting scars on my mother's back, BO!\n That's for calling my sister a hoe, and for you\n BUCK BUCK BUCK, cause I don't give a motherfuck\n Remember the whip, remember the chant, remember about rope and\n you black people still thinkin about vot-ing\n Every president we ever had lied\n You know I'm kinda glad Nixon died!\n\n Chorus\n\n Verse Two: KRS\n\n This is not the first time I came to the planet\n But everytime I come, only a few could understand it\n I came as Isis, my words they tried to ban it\n I came as Moses, they couldn't follow my commandments\n I came as Solomon, to a people that was lost\n I came as Jesus, but they nailed me to a cross\n I came as Harriet Tubman, I put the truth to Sojourner\n Other times, I had to come as Nat Turner\n They tried to burn me, lynch me and starve me\n So I had to come back as Marcus Garvey, Bob Marley\n They tried to harm me, I used to be Malcolm X\n Now I'm on the planet as the one called KRS\n Kickin the metaphysical, spiritual, tryin to like\n get wit you, showin you, you are invincible\n The Black Panther is the black answer for real\n In my spiritual form, I turn into Bobby Seale\n On the wheels of steel, my spirit flies away\n and enters into Kwame Ture\n\n Chorus\n\n Verse Three: KRS-One\n\n In the streets there is no EQ, no di-do-di-do-di-do\n So I grab the air and speak through the code\n the devil cannot see through as I unload\n into another cerebellum\n Then I can tell em, because my vibes go through denim\n and leather whatever, however, I'm still rockin\n We used to pick cotton, now we pick up cotton when we shoppin\n Have you forgotten why we buildin in a cypher\n Yo hear me kid, government is building in a pyramid\n The son of God is brighter than the son of man\n The spirit is, check your dollar bill G, here it is\n We got no time for fancy mathematics\n Your mental frequency frequently pickin up static\n Makin you a naked body, attic and it's democratic\n They press auto, and you kill it with an automatic\n\n Chorus\n"},{"id":9698155,"name":"Ah-Yeah","trackName":"Ah-Yeah","artistName":"KRS‐One","albumName":"KRS‐One","duration":231.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you see a devil down\nAh yeah, that's whatcha say when you take the devil's crown\nAh yeah, stay alive all things will change around\nAh yeah, what? Ah yeah!\n\nVerse One: KRS-One\n\nSo here I go kickin science in ninety-five\nI be illin, parental discretion is advised still\ndont call me nigga, this MC goes for his\nCall me God, cause that's what the black man is\nRoamin through the forest as the hardest lyrical artist\nBlack women you are not a bitch you're a Goddess\nLet it be known, you can lean on KRS-One\nLike a wall cause I'm hard, I represent GOD\nWack MC's have only one style: gun buck\nBut when you say, \"Let's buck for revolution\"\nThey shut the fuck up, kid, get with it\nDown to start a riot in a minute\nYou'll hear so many Bowe-Bowe-Bowe, you think I'm Riddick\nWhile other MC's are talkin bout up with hope down with dope\nI'll have a devil in my infrared scope, WOY!\nThat's for calling my father a boy and, KLAK KLAK KLAK!\nThat's for putting scars on my mother's back, BO!\nThat's for calling my sister a hoe, and for you\nBUCK BUCK BUCK, cause I don't give a motherfuck\nRemember the whip, remember the chant, remember about rope and\nyou black people still thinkin about vot-ing\nEvery president we ever had lied\nYou know I'm kinda glad Nixon died!\n\nChorus\n\nVerse Two: KRS\n\nThis is not the first time I came to the planet\nBut everytime I come, only a few could understand it\nI came as Isis, my words they tried to ban it\nI came as Moses, they couldn't follow my commandments\nI came as Solomon, to a people that was lost\nI came as Jesus, but they nailed me to a cross\nI came as Harriet Tubman, I put the truth to Sojourner\nOther times, I had to come as Nat Turner\nThey tried to burn me, lynch me and starve me\nSo I had to come back as Marcus Garvey, Bob Marley\nThey tried to harm me, I used to be Malcolm X\nNow I'm on the planet as the one called KRS\nKickin the metaphysical, spiritual, tryin to like\nget wit you, showin you, you are invincible\nThe Black Panther is the black answer for real\nIn my spiritual form, I turn into Bobby Seale\nOn the wheels of steel, my spirit flies away\nand enters into Kwame Ture\n\nChorus\n\nVerse Three: KRS-One\n\nIn the streets there is no EQ, no di-do-di-do-di-do\nSo I grab the air and speak through the code\nthe devil cannot see through as I unload\ninto another cerebellum\nThen I can tell em, because my vibes go through denim\nand leather whatever, however, I'm still rockin\nWe used to pick cotton, now we pick up cotton when we shoppin\nHave you forgotten why we buildin in a cypher\nYo hear me kid, government is building in a pyramid\nThe son of God is brighter than the son of man\nThe spirit is, check your dollar bill G, here it is\nWe got no time for fancy mathematics\nYour mental frequency frequently pickin up static\nMakin you a naked body, attic and it's democratic\nThey press auto, and you kill it with an automatic\n\nChorus","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Ah-Yeah\n artist: KRS‐One\n album: KRS‐One\n duration_ms: 231000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you see a devil down\n Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you take the devil's crown\n Ah yeah, stay alive all things will change around\n Ah yeah, what? Ah yeah!\n\n Verse One: KRS-One\n\n So here I go kickin science in ninety-five\n I be illin, parental discretion is advised still\n dont call me nigga, this MC goes for his\n Call me God, cause that's what the black man is\n Roamin through the forest as the hardest lyrical artist\n Black women you are not a bitch you're a Goddess\n Let it be known, you can lean on KRS-One\n Like a wall cause I'm hard, I represent GOD\n Wack MC's have only one style: gun buck\n But when you say, \"Let's buck for revolution\"\n They shut the fuck up, kid, get with it\n Down to start a riot in a minute\n You'll hear so many Bowe-Bowe-Bowe, you think I'm Riddick\n While other MC's are talkin bout up with hope down with dope\n I'll have a devil in my infrared scope, WOY!\n That's for calling my father a boy and, KLAK KLAK KLAK!\n That's for putting scars on my mother's back, BO!\n That's for calling my sister a hoe, and for you\n BUCK BUCK BUCK, cause I don't give a motherfuck\n Remember the whip, remember the chant, remember about rope and\n you black people still thinkin about vot-ing\n Every president we ever had lied\n You know I'm kinda glad Nixon died!\n\n Chorus\n\n Verse Two: KRS\n\n This is not the first time I came to the planet\n But everytime I come, only a few could understand it\n I came as Isis, my words they tried to ban it\n I came as Moses, they couldn't follow my commandments\n I came as Solomon, to a people that was lost\n I came as Jesus, but they nailed me to a cross\n I came as Harriet Tubman, I put the truth to Sojourner\n Other times, I had to come as Nat Turner\n They tried to burn me, lynch me and starve me\n So I had to come back as Marcus Garvey, Bob Marley\n They tried to harm me, I used to be Malcolm X\n Now I'm on the planet as the one called KRS\n Kickin the metaphysical, spiritual, tryin to like\n get wit you, showin you, you are invincible\n The Black Panther is the black answer for real\n In my spiritual form, I turn into Bobby Seale\n On the wheels of steel, my spirit flies away\n and enters into Kwame Ture\n\n Chorus\n\n Verse Three: KRS-One\n\n In the streets there is no EQ, no di-do-di-do-di-do\n So I grab the air and speak through the code\n the devil cannot see through as I unload\n into another cerebellum\n Then I can tell em, because my vibes go through denim\n and leather whatever, however, I'm still rockin\n We used to pick cotton, now we pick up cotton when we shoppin\n Have you forgotten why we buildin in a cypher\n Yo hear me kid, government is building in a pyramid\n The son of God is brighter than the son of man\n The spirit is, check your dollar bill G, here it is\n We got no time for fancy mathematics\n Your mental frequency frequently pickin up static\n Makin you a naked body, attic and it's democratic\n They press auto, and you kill it with an automatic\n\n Chorus\n"},{"id":28826755,"name":"Ah‐Yeah","trackName":"Ah‐Yeah","artistName":"KRS‐ONE","albumName":"KRS ONE","duration":232.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you see a devil down\nAh yeah, that's whatcha say when you take the devil's crown\nAh yeah, stay alive all things will change around\nAh yeah, what? Ah yeah!\n\nVerse One: KRS-One\n\nSo here I go kickin science in ninety-five\nI be illin, parental discretion is advised still\ndont call me nigga, this MC goes for his\nCall me God, cause that's what the black man is\nRoamin through the forest as the hardest lyrical artist\nBlack women you are not a bitch you're a Goddess\nLet it be known, you can lean on KRS-One\nLike a wall cause I'm hard, I represent GOD\nWack MC's have only one style: gun buck\nBut when you say, \"Let's buck for revolution\"\nThey shut the fuck up, kid, get with it\nDown to start a riot in a minute\nYou'll hear so many Bowe-Bowe-Bowe, you think I'm Riddick\nWhile other MC's are talkin bout up with hope down with dope\nI'll have a devil in my infrared scope, WOY!\nThat's for calling my father a boy and, KLAK KLAK KLAK!\nThat's for putting scars on my mother's back, BO!\nThat's for calling my sister a hoe, and for you\nBUCK BUCK BUCK, cause I don't give a motherfuck\nRemember the whip, remember the chant, remember about rope and\nyou black people still thinkin about vot-ing\nEvery president we ever had lied\nYou know I'm kinda glad Nixon died!\n\nChorus\n\nVerse Two: KRS\n\nThis is not the first time I came to the planet\nBut everytime I come, only a few could understand it\nI came as Isis, my words they tried to ban it\nI came as Moses, they couldn't follow my commandments\nI came as Solomon, to a people that was lost\nI came as Jesus, but they nailed me to a cross\nI came as Harriet Tubman, I put the truth to Sojourner\nOther times, I had to come as Nat Turner\nThey tried to burn me, lynch me and starve me\nSo I had to come back as Marcus Garvey, Bob Marley\nThey tried to harm me, I used to be Malcolm X\nNow I'm on the planet as the one called KRS\nKickin the metaphysical, spiritual, tryin to like\nget wit you, showin you, you are invincible\nThe Black Panther is the black answer for real\nIn my spiritual form, I turn into Bobby Seale\nOn the wheels of steel, my spirit flies away\nand enters into Kwame Ture\n\nChorus\n\nVerse Three: KRS-One\n\nIn the streets there is no EQ, no di-do-di-do-di-do\nSo I grab the air and speak through the code\nthe devil cannot see through as I unload\ninto another cerebellum\nThen I can tell em, because my vibes go through denim\nand leather whatever, however, I'm still rockin\nWe used to pick cotton, now we pick up cotton when we shoppin\nHave you forgotten why we buildin in a cypher\nYo hear me kid, government is building in a pyramid\nThe son of God is brighter than the son of man\nThe spirit is, check your dollar bill G, here it is\nWe got no time for fancy mathematics\nYour mental frequency frequently pickin up static\nMakin you a naked body, attic and it's democratic\nThey press auto, and you kill it with an automatic\n\nChorus","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.62] Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you see a devil down\n[00:04.23] Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you take the devil's crown\n[00:07.44] Ah yeah, stay alive all things will change around\n[00:10.53] Ah yeah, what? Ah yeah!\n[00:13.29] Verse One: KRS-One\n[00:14.49] So here I go kickin science in ninety-five\n[00:17.49] I be illin, parental discretion is advised still\n[00:19.96] Dont call me nigga, this MC goes for his\n[00:22.66] Call me God, cause that's what the black man is\n[00:25.63] Roamin through the forest as the hardest lyrical artist\n[00:28.94] Black women you are not a bitch you're a Goddess\n[00:32.04] Let it be known, you can lean on KRS-One\n[00:35.12] Like a wall cause I'm hard, I represent GOD\n[00:37.97] Wack MC's have only one style: gun buck\n[00:40.78] But when you say, \"Let's buck for revolution\"\n[00:43.50] They shut the fuck up, kid, get with it\n[00:45.84] Down to start a riot in a minute\n[00:47.70] You'll hear so many Bowe-Bowe-Bowe, you think I'm Riddick\n[00:50.57] While other MC's are talkin bout up with hope down with dope\n[00:54.46] I'll have a devil in my infrared scope, WOY!\n[00:57.97] That's for calling my father a boy and, KLAK KLAK KLAK!\n[01:01.47] That's for putting scars on my mother's back, BO!\n[01:03.63] That's for calling my sister a hoe, and for you\n[01:06.30] BUCK BUCK BUCK, cause I don't give a motherfuck\n[01:09.63] Remember the whip, remember the chant, remember about rope and\n[01:12.80] You black people still thinkin about vot-ing\n[01:15.82] Every president we ever had lied\n[01:18.54] You know I'm kinda glad Nixon died!\n[01:21.84] Chorus\n[01:32.44] Verse Two: KRS\n[01:35.01] This is not the first time I came to the planet\n[01:37.46] But everytime I come, only a few could understand it\n[01:40.58] I came as Isis, my words they tried to ban it\n[01:43.66] I came as Moses, they couldn't follow my commandments\n[01:46.69] I came as Solomon, to a people that was lost\n[01:49.67] I came as Jesus, but they nailed me to a cross\n[01:53.05] I came as Harriet Tubman, I put the truth to Sojourner\n[01:56.38] Other times, I had to come as Nat Turner\n[01:59.44] They tried to burn me, lynch me and starve me\n[02:01.92] So I had to come back as Marcus Garvey, Bob Marley\n[02:05.52] They tried to harm me, I used to be Malcolm X\n[02:08.58] Now I'm on the planet as the one called KRS\n[02:11.87] Kickin the metaphysical, spiritual, tryin to like\n[02:15.44] Get wit you, showin you, you are invincible\n[02:17.96] The Black Panther is the black answer for real\n[02:21.05] In my spiritual form, I turn into Bobby Seale\n[02:24.14] On the wheels of steel, my spirit flies away\n[02:27.00] And enters into Kwame Ture\n[02:30.47] Chorus\n[02:44.11] Verse Three: KRS-One\n[02:53.94] \n[02:56.17] In the streets there is no EQ, no di-do-di-do-di-do\n[02:58.53] So I grab the air and speak through the code\n[03:01.18] The devil cannot see through as I unload\n[03:03.01] Into another cerebellum\n[03:04.64] Then I can tell em, because my vibes go through denim\n[03:08.52] And leather whatever, however, I'm still rockin\n[03:11.71] We used to pick cotton, now we pick up cotton when we shoppin\n[03:15.36] Have you forgotten why we buildin in a cypher\n[03:17.46] Yo hear me kid, government is building in a pyramid\n[03:20.55] The son of God is brighter than the son of man\n[03:23.41] The spirit is, check your dollar bill G, here it is\n[03:26.67] We got no time for fancy mathematics\n[03:29.62] Your mental frequency frequently pickin up static\n[03:32.79] Makin you a naked body, attic and it's democratic\n[03:35.93] They press auto, and you kill it with an automatic\n[03:39.92] Chorus\n[03:50.02] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Ah‐Yeah\n artist: KRS‐ONE\n album: KRS ONE\n duration_ms: 232000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you see a devil down\n start_ms: 1620\n end_ms: 4230\n- text: Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you take the devil's crown\n start_ms: 4230\n end_ms: 7440\n- text: Ah yeah, stay alive all things will change around\n start_ms: 7440\n end_ms: 10530\n- text: Ah yeah, what? 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'Verse Three: KRS-One'\n start_ms: 164110\n end_ms: 173940\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 173940\n end_ms: 176170\n- text: In the streets there is no EQ, no di-do-di-do-di-do\n start_ms: 176170\n end_ms: 178530\n- text: So I grab the air and speak through the code\n start_ms: 178530\n end_ms: 181180\n- text: The devil cannot see through as I unload\n start_ms: 181180\n end_ms: 183010\n- text: Into another cerebellum\n start_ms: 183010\n end_ms: 184640\n- text: Then I can tell em, because my vibes go through denim\n start_ms: 184640\n end_ms: 188520\n- text: And leather whatever, however, I'm still rockin\n start_ms: 188520\n end_ms: 191710\n- text: We used to pick cotton, now we pick up cotton when we shoppin\n start_ms: 191710\n end_ms: 195360\n- text: Have you forgotten why we buildin in a cypher\n start_ms: 195360\n end_ms: 197460\n- text: Yo hear me kid, government is building in a pyramid\n start_ms: 197460\n end_ms: 200550\n- text: The son of God is brighter than the son of man\n start_ms: 200550\n end_ms: 203410\n- text: The spirit is, check your dollar bill G, here it is\n start_ms: 203410\n end_ms: 206670\n- text: We got no time for fancy mathematics\n start_ms: 206670\n end_ms: 209620\n- text: Your mental frequency frequently pickin up static\n start_ms: 209620\n end_ms: 212790\n- text: Makin you a naked body, attic and it's democratic\n start_ms: 212790\n end_ms: 215930\n- text: They press auto, and you kill it with an automatic\n start_ms: 215930\n end_ms: 219920\n- text: Chorus\n start_ms: 219920\n end_ms: 230020\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 230020\nplain: |-\n Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you see a devil down\n Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you take the devil's crown\n Ah yeah, stay alive all things will change around\n Ah yeah, what? Ah yeah!\n\n Verse One: KRS-One\n\n So here I go kickin science in ninety-five\n I be illin, parental discretion is advised still\n dont call me nigga, this MC goes for his\n Call me God, cause that's what the black man is\n Roamin through the forest as the hardest lyrical artist\n Black women you are not a bitch you're a Goddess\n Let it be known, you can lean on KRS-One\n Like a wall cause I'm hard, I represent GOD\n Wack MC's have only one style: gun buck\n But when you say, \"Let's buck for revolution\"\n They shut the fuck up, kid, get with it\n Down to start a riot in a minute\n You'll hear so many Bowe-Bowe-Bowe, you think I'm Riddick\n While other MC's are talkin bout up with hope down with dope\n I'll have a devil in my infrared scope, WOY!\n That's for calling my father a boy and, KLAK KLAK KLAK!\n That's for putting scars on my mother's back, BO!\n That's for calling my sister a hoe, and for you\n BUCK BUCK BUCK, cause I don't give a motherfuck\n Remember the whip, remember the chant, remember about rope and\n you black people still thinkin about vot-ing\n Every president we ever had lied\n You know I'm kinda glad Nixon died!\n\n Chorus\n\n Verse Two: KRS\n\n This is not the first time I came to the planet\n But everytime I come, only a few could understand it\n I came as Isis, my words they tried to ban it\n I came as Moses, they couldn't follow my commandments\n I came as Solomon, to a people that was lost\n I came as Jesus, but they nailed me to a cross\n I came as Harriet Tubman, I put the truth to Sojourner\n Other times, I had to come as Nat Turner\n They tried to burn me, lynch me and starve me\n So I had to come back as Marcus Garvey, Bob Marley\n They tried to harm me, I used to be Malcolm X\n Now I'm on the planet as the one called KRS\n Kickin the metaphysical, spiritual, tryin to like\n get wit you, showin you, you are invincible\n The Black Panther is the black answer for real\n In my spiritual form, I turn into Bobby Seale\n On the wheels of steel, my spirit flies away\n and enters into Kwame Ture\n\n Chorus\n\n Verse Three: KRS-One\n\n In the streets there is no EQ, no di-do-di-do-di-do\n So I grab the air and speak through the code\n the devil cannot see through as I unload\n into another cerebellum\n Then I can tell em, because my vibes go through denim\n and leather whatever, however, I'm still rockin\n We used to pick cotton, now we pick up cotton when we shoppin\n Have you forgotten why we buildin in a cypher\n Yo hear me kid, government is building in a pyramid\n The son of God is brighter than the son of man\n The spirit is, check your dollar bill G, here it is\n We got no time for fancy mathematics\n Your mental frequency frequently pickin up static\n Makin you a naked body, attic and it's democratic\n They press auto, and you kill it with an automatic\n\n Chorus\n"},{"id":37163424,"name":"-2A Ah-Yeah","trackName":"-2A Ah-Yeah","artistName":"Krs-One","albumName":"Krs-One","duration":231.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you see a devil down\nAh yeah, that's whatcha say when you take the devil's crown\nAh yeah, stay alive all things will change around\nAh yeah, what? Ah yeah!\n\nVerse One: KRS-One\n\nSo here I go kickin science in ninety-five\nI be illin, parental discretion is advised still\ndont call me nigga, this MC goes for his\nCall me God, cause that's what the black man is\nRoamin through the forest as the hardest lyrical artist\nBlack women you are not a bitch you're a Goddess\nLet it be known, you can lean on KRS-One\nLike a wall cause I'm hard, I represent GOD\nWack MC's have only one style: gun buck\nBut when you say, \"Let's buck for revolution\"\nThey shut the fuck up, kid, get with it\nDown to start a riot in a minute\nYou'll hear so many Bowe-Bowe-Bowe, you think I'm Riddick\nWhile other MC's are talkin bout up with hope down with dope\nI'll have a devil in my infrared scope, WOY!\nThat's for calling my father a boy and, KLAK KLAK KLAK!\nThat's for putting scars on my mother's back, BO!\nThat's for calling my sister a hoe, and for you\nBUCK BUCK BUCK, cause I don't give a motherfuck\nRemember the whip, remember the chant, remember about rope and\nyou black people still thinkin about vot-ing\nEvery president we ever had lied\nYou know I'm kinda glad Nixon died!\n\nChorus\n\nVerse Two: KRS\n\nThis is not the first time I came to the planet\nBut everytime I come, only a few could understand it\nI came as Isis, my words they tried to ban it\nI came as Moses, they couldn't follow my commandments\nI came as Solomon, to a people that was lost\nI came as Jesus, but they nailed me to a cross\nI came as Harriet Tubman, I put the truth to Sojourner\nOther times, I had to come as Nat Turner\nThey tried to burn me, lynch me and starve me\nSo I had to come back as Marcus Garvey, Bob Marley\nThey tried to harm me, I used to be Malcolm X\nNow I'm on the planet as the one called KRS\nKickin the metaphysical, spiritual, tryin to like\nget wit you, showin you, you are invincible\nThe Black Panther is the black answer for real\nIn my spiritual form, I turn into Bobby Seale\nOn the wheels of steel, my spirit flies away\nand enters into Kwame Ture\n\nChorus\n\nVerse Three: KRS-One\n\nIn the streets there is no EQ, no di-do-di-do-di-do\nSo I grab the air and speak through the code\nthe devil cannot see through as I unload\ninto another cerebellum\nThen I can tell em, because my vibes go through denim\nand leather whatever, however, I'm still rockin\nWe used to pick cotton, now we pick up cotton when we shoppin\nHave you forgotten why we buildin in a cypher\nYo hear me kid, government is building in a pyramid\nThe son of God is brighter than the son of man\nThe spirit is, check your dollar bill G, here it is\nWe got no time for fancy mathematics\nYour mental frequency frequently pickin up static\nMakin you a naked body, attic and it's democratic\nThey press auto, and you kill it with an automatic\n\nChorus","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.66] Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you see a devil down\n[00:04.29] Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you take the devil's crown\n[00:07.47] Ah yeah, stay alive all things will change around\n[00:10.55] Ah yeah, what? Ah yeah!\n[00:13.28] Verse One: KRS-One\n[00:14.44] So here I go kickin science in ninety-five\n[00:17.42] I be illin, parental discretion is advised still\n[00:19.92] Dont call me nigga, this MC goes for his\n[00:22.68] Call me God, cause that's what the black man is\n[00:25.67] Roamin through the forest as the hardest lyrical artist\n[00:28.94] Black women you are not a bitch you're a Goddess\n[00:32.06] Let it be known, you can lean on KRS-One\n[00:35.15] Like a wall cause I'm hard, I represent GOD\n[00:37.94] Wack MC's have only one style: gun buck\n[00:40.70] But when you say, \"Let's buck for revolution\"\n[00:43.56] They shut the fuck up, kid, get with it\n[00:45.81] Down to start a riot in a minute\n[00:47.77] You'll hear so many Bowe-Bowe-Bowe, you think I'm Riddick\n[00:50.53] While other MC's are talkin bout up with hope down with dope\n[00:54.48] I'll have a devil in my infrared scope, WOY!\n[00:57.91] That's for calling my father a boy and, KLAK KLAK KLAK!\n[01:01.44] That's for putting scars on my mother's back, BO!\n[01:03.62] That's for calling my sister a hoe, and for you\n[01:06.31] BUCK BUCK BUCK, cause I don't give a motherfuck\n[01:09.66] Remember the whip, remember the chant, remember about rope and\n[01:12.86] You black people still thinkin about vot-ing\n[01:15.85] Every president we ever had lied\n[01:18.52] You know I'm kinda glad Nixon died!\n[01:21.87] Chorus\n[01:32.42] Verse Two: KRS\n[01:35.09] This is not the first time I came to the planet\n[01:37.43] But everytime I come, only a few could understand it\n[01:40.52] I came as Isis, my words they tried to ban it\n[01:43.67] I came as Moses, they couldn't follow my commandments\n[01:46.69] I came as Solomon, to a people that was lost\n[01:49.60] I came as Jesus, but they nailed me to a cross\n[01:53.01] I came as Harriet Tubman, I put the truth to Sojourner\n[01:56.32] Other times, I had to come as Nat Turner\n[01:59.42] They tried to burn me, lynch me and starve me\n[02:01.90] So I had to come back as Marcus Garvey, Bob Marley\n[02:05.59] They tried to harm me, I used to be Malcolm X\n[02:08.56] Now I'm on the planet as the one called KRS\n[02:11.86] Kickin the metaphysical, spiritual, tryin to like\n[02:15.44] Get wit you, showin you, you are invincible\n[02:17.91] The Black Panther is the black answer for real\n[02:21.07] In my spiritual form, I turn into Bobby Seale\n[02:24.11] On the wheels of steel, my spirit flies away\n[02:27.02] And enters into Kwame Ture\n[02:30.45] Chorus\n[02:44.14] Verse Three: KRS-One\n[02:53.97] \n[02:56.11] In the streets there is no EQ, no di-do-di-do-di-do\n[02:58.55] So I grab the air and speak through the code\n[03:01.18] The devil cannot see through as I unload\n[03:03.03] Into another cerebellum\n[03:04.66] Then I can tell em, because my vibes go through denim\n[03:08.55] And leather whatever, however, I'm still rockin\n[03:11.79] We used to pick cotton, now we pick up cotton when we shoppin\n[03:15.32] Have you forgotten why we buildin in a cypher\n[03:17.46] Yo hear me kid, government is building in a pyramid\n[03:20.57] The son of God is brighter than the son of man\n[03:23.45] The spirit is, check your dollar bill G, here it is\n[03:26.66] We got no time for fancy mathematics\n[03:29.60] Your mental frequency frequently pickin up static\n[03:32.77] Makin you a naked body, attic and it's democratic\n[03:35.93] They press auto, and you kill it with an automatic\n[03:39.90] Chorus\n[03:49.99] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: -2A Ah-Yeah\n artist: Krs-One\n album: Krs-One\n duration_ms: 231000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you see a devil down\n start_ms: 1660\n end_ms: 4290\n- text: Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you take the devil's crown\n start_ms: 4290\n end_ms: 7470\n- text: Ah yeah, stay alive all things will change around\n start_ms: 7470\n end_ms: 10550\n- text: Ah yeah, what? 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'Verse Three: KRS-One'\n start_ms: 164140\n end_ms: 173970\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 173970\n end_ms: 176110\n- text: In the streets there is no EQ, no di-do-di-do-di-do\n start_ms: 176110\n end_ms: 178550\n- text: So I grab the air and speak through the code\n start_ms: 178550\n end_ms: 181180\n- text: The devil cannot see through as I unload\n start_ms: 181180\n end_ms: 183030\n- text: Into another cerebellum\n start_ms: 183030\n end_ms: 184660\n- text: Then I can tell em, because my vibes go through denim\n start_ms: 184660\n end_ms: 188550\n- text: And leather whatever, however, I'm still rockin\n start_ms: 188550\n end_ms: 191790\n- text: We used to pick cotton, now we pick up cotton when we shoppin\n start_ms: 191790\n end_ms: 195320\n- text: Have you forgotten why we buildin in a cypher\n start_ms: 195320\n end_ms: 197460\n- text: Yo hear me kid, government is building in a pyramid\n start_ms: 197460\n end_ms: 200570\n- text: The son of God is brighter than the son of man\n start_ms: 200570\n end_ms: 203450\n- text: The spirit is, check your dollar bill G, here it is\n start_ms: 203450\n end_ms: 206660\n- text: We got no time for fancy mathematics\n start_ms: 206660\n end_ms: 209600\n- text: Your mental frequency frequently pickin up static\n start_ms: 209600\n end_ms: 212770\n- text: Makin you a naked body, attic and it's democratic\n start_ms: 212770\n end_ms: 215930\n- text: They press auto, and you kill it with an automatic\n start_ms: 215930\n end_ms: 219900\n- text: Chorus\n start_ms: 219900\n end_ms: 229990\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 229990\nplain: |-\n Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you see a devil down\n Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you take the devil's crown\n Ah yeah, stay alive all things will change around\n Ah yeah, what? Ah yeah!\n\n Verse One: KRS-One\n\n So here I go kickin science in ninety-five\n I be illin, parental discretion is advised still\n dont call me nigga, this MC goes for his\n Call me God, cause that's what the black man is\n Roamin through the forest as the hardest lyrical artist\n Black women you are not a bitch you're a Goddess\n Let it be known, you can lean on KRS-One\n Like a wall cause I'm hard, I represent GOD\n Wack MC's have only one style: gun buck\n But when you say, \"Let's buck for revolution\"\n They shut the fuck up, kid, get with it\n Down to start a riot in a minute\n You'll hear so many Bowe-Bowe-Bowe, you think I'm Riddick\n While other MC's are talkin bout up with hope down with dope\n I'll have a devil in my infrared scope, WOY!\n That's for calling my father a boy and, KLAK KLAK KLAK!\n That's for putting scars on my mother's back, BO!\n That's for calling my sister a hoe, and for you\n BUCK BUCK BUCK, cause I don't give a motherfuck\n Remember the whip, remember the chant, remember about rope and\n you black people still thinkin about vot-ing\n Every president we ever had lied\n You know I'm kinda glad Nixon died!\n\n Chorus\n\n Verse Two: KRS\n\n This is not the first time I came to the planet\n But everytime I come, only a few could understand it\n I came as Isis, my words they tried to ban it\n I came as Moses, they couldn't follow my commandments\n I came as Solomon, to a people that was lost\n I came as Jesus, but they nailed me to a cross\n I came as Harriet Tubman, I put the truth to Sojourner\n Other times, I had to come as Nat Turner\n They tried to burn me, lynch me and starve me\n So I had to come back as Marcus Garvey, Bob Marley\n They tried to harm me, I used to be Malcolm X\n Now I'm on the planet as the one called KRS\n Kickin the metaphysical, spiritual, tryin to like\n get wit you, showin you, you are invincible\n The Black Panther is the black answer for real\n In my spiritual form, I turn into Bobby Seale\n On the wheels of steel, my spirit flies away\n and enters into Kwame Ture\n\n Chorus\n\n Verse Three: KRS-One\n\n In the streets there is no EQ, no di-do-di-do-di-do\n So I grab the air and speak through the code\n the devil cannot see through as I unload\n into another cerebellum\n Then I can tell em, because my vibes go through denim\n and leather whatever, however, I'm still rockin\n We used to pick cotton, now we pick up cotton when we shoppin\n Have you forgotten why we buildin in a cypher\n Yo hear me kid, government is building in a pyramid\n The son of God is brighter than the son of man\n The spirit is, check your dollar bill G, here it is\n We got no time for fancy mathematics\n Your mental frequency frequently pickin up static\n Makin you a naked body, attic and it's democratic\n They press auto, and you kill it with an automatic\n\n Chorus\n"},{"id":35983227,"name":"ah-yeah","trackName":"ah-yeah","artistName":"KRS-One","albumName":"One","duration":224.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you see a devil down\nAh yeah, that's whatcha say when you take the devil's crown\nAh yeah, stay alive all things will change around\nAh yeah, what? Ah yeah!\n\nVerse One: KRS-One\n\nSo here I go kickin science in ninety-five\nI be illin, parental discretion is advised still\ndont call me nigga, this MC goes for his\nCall me God, cause that's what the black man is\nRoamin through the forest as the hardest lyrical artist\nBlack women you are not a bitch you're a Goddess\nLet it be known, you can lean on KRS-One\nLike a wall cause I'm hard, I represent GOD\nWack MC's have only one style: gun buck\nBut when you say, \"Let's buck for revolution\"\nThey shut the fuck up, kid, get with it\nDown to start a riot in a minute\nYou'll hear so many Bowe-Bowe-Bowe, you think I'm Riddick\nWhile other MC's are talkin bout up with hope down with dope\nI'll have a devil in my infrared scope, WOY!\nThat's for calling my father a boy and, KLAK KLAK KLAK!\nThat's for putting scars on my mother's back, BO!\nThat's for calling my sister a hoe, and for you\nBUCK BUCK BUCK, cause I don't give a motherfuck\nRemember the whip, remember the chant, remember about rope and\nyou black people still thinkin about vot-ing\nEvery president we ever had lied\nYou know I'm kinda glad Nixon died!\n\nChorus\n\nVerse Two: KRS\n\nThis is not the first time I came to the planet\nBut everytime I come, only a few could understand it\nI came as Isis, my words they tried to ban it\nI came as Moses, they couldn't follow my commandments\nI came as Solomon, to a people that was lost\nI came as Jesus, but they nailed me to a cross\nI came as Harriet Tubman, I put the truth to Sojourner\nOther times, I had to come as Nat Turner\nThey tried to burn me, lynch me and starve me\nSo I had to come back as Marcus Garvey, Bob Marley\nThey tried to harm me, I used to be Malcolm X\nNow I'm on the planet as the one called KRS\nKickin the metaphysical, spiritual, tryin to like\nget wit you, showin you, you are invincible\nThe Black Panther is the black answer for real\nIn my spiritual form, I turn into Bobby Seale\nOn the wheels of steel, my spirit flies away\nand enters into Kwame Ture\n\nChorus\n\nVerse Three: KRS-One\n\nIn the streets there is no EQ, no di-do-di-do-di-do\nSo I grab the air and speak through the code\nthe devil cannot see through as I unload\ninto another cerebellum\nThen I can tell em, because my vibes go through denim\nand leather whatever, however, I'm still rockin\nWe used to pick cotton, now we pick up cotton when we shoppin\nHave you forgotten why we buildin in a cypher\nYo hear me kid, government is building in a pyramid\nThe son of God is brighter than the son of man\nThe spirit is, check your dollar bill G, here it is\nWe got no time for fancy mathematics\nYour mental frequency frequently pickin up static\nMakin you a naked body, attic and it's democratic\nThey press auto, and you kill it with an automatic\n\nChorus","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.25] Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you see a devil down\n[00:04.05] Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you take the devil's crown\n[00:06.97] Ah yeah, stay alive all things will change around\n[00:10.13] Ah yeah, what? Ah yeah!\n[00:12.61] Verse One: KRS-One\n[00:13.11] So here I go kickin science in ninety-five\n[00:15.94] I be illin, parental discretion is advised still\n[00:19.06] dont call me nigga, this MC goes for his\n[00:22.12] Call me God, cause that's what the black man is\n[00:25.42] Roamin through the forest as the hardest lyrical artist\n[00:28.73] Black women you are not a bitch you're a Goddess\n[00:32.11] Let it be known, you can lean on KRS-One\n[00:34.97] Like a wall cause I'm hard, I represent GOD\n[00:38.22] Wack MC's have only one style: gun buck\n[00:41.03] But when you say, \"Let's buck for revolution\"\n[00:43.03] They shut the fuck up, kid, get with it\n[00:45.38] Down to start a riot in a minute\n[00:47.35] You'll hear so many Bowe-Bowe-Bowe, you think I'm Riddick\n[00:50.69] While other MC's are talkin bout up with hope down with dope\n[00:53.74] I'll have a devil in my infrared scope, WOY!\n[00:57.29] That's for calling my father a boy and, KLAK KLAK KLAK!\n[01:01.27] That's for putting scars on my mother's back, BO!\n[01:03.88] That's for calling my sister a hoe, and for you\n[01:06.78] BUCK BUCK BUCK, cause I don't give a motherfuck\n[01:09.41] Remember the whip, remember the chant, remember about rope and\n[01:12.73] you black people still thinkin about vot-ing\n[01:15.87] Every president we ever had lied\n[01:18.46] You know I'm kinda glad Nixon died!\n[01:20.76] Chorus\n[01:33.61] Verse Two: KRS\n[01:34.14] This is not the first time I came to the planet\n[01:37.02] But everytime I come, only a few could understand it\n[01:40.07] I came as Isis, my words they tried to ban it\n[01:43.21] I came as Moses, they couldn't follow my commandments\n[01:46.25] I came as Solomon, to a people that was lost\n[01:49.48] I came as Jesus, but they nailed me to a cross\n[01:52.43] I came as Harriet Tubman, I put the truth to Sojourner\n[01:55.69] Other times, I had to come as Nat Turner\n[01:58.75] They tried to burn me, lynch me and starve me\n[02:01.36] So I had to come back as Marcus Garvey, Bob Marley\n[02:05.01] They tried to harm me, I used to be Malcolm X\n[02:08.08] Now I'm on the planet as the one called KRS\n[02:11.27] Kickin the metaphysical, spiritual, tryin to like\n[02:14.49] get wit you, showin you, you are invincible\n[02:17.41] The Black Panther is the black answer for real\n[02:20.20] In my spiritual form, I turn into Bobby Seale\n[02:23.72] On the wheels of steel, my spirit flies away\n[02:26.59] and enters into Kwame Ture\n[02:29.06] Chorus\n[02:40.92] Verse Three: KRS-One\n[02:53.93] In the streets there is no EQ, no di-do-di-do-di-do\n[02:57.55] So I grab the air and speak through the code\n[02:59.70] the devil cannot see through as I unload\n[03:02.01] into another cerebellum\n[03:03.84] Then I can tell em, because my vibes go through denim\n[03:06.60] and leather whatever, however, I'm still rockin\n[03:09.74] We used to pick cotton, now we pick up cotton when we shoppin\n[03:13.32] Have you forgotten why we buildin in a cypher\n[03:16.47] Yo hear me kid, government is building in a pyramid\n[03:19.71] The son of God is brighter than the son of man\n[03:22.33] The spirit is, check your dollar bill G, here it is\n[03:25.22] We got no time for fancy mathematics\n[03:28.53] Your mental frequency frequently pickin up static\n[03:31.81] Makin you a naked body, attic and it's democratic\n[03:35.14] They press auto, and you kill it with an automatic\n[03:37.78] Chorus\n[03:54.10] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: ah-yeah\n artist: KRS-One\n album: One\n duration_ms: 224000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you see a devil down\n start_ms: 1250\n end_ms: 4050\n- text: Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you take the devil's crown\n start_ms: 4050\n end_ms: 6970\n- text: Ah yeah, stay alive all things will change around\n start_ms: 6970\n end_ms: 10130\n- text: Ah yeah, what? 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Ah yeah!\n\n Verse One: KRS-One\n\n So here I go kickin science in ninety-five\n I be illin, parental discretion is advised still\n dont call me nigga, this MC goes for his\n Call me God, cause that's what the black man is\n Roamin through the forest as the hardest lyrical artist\n Black women you are not a bitch you're a Goddess\n Let it be known, you can lean on KRS-One\n Like a wall cause I'm hard, I represent GOD\n Wack MC's have only one style: gun buck\n But when you say, \"Let's buck for revolution\"\n They shut the fuck up, kid, get with it\n Down to start a riot in a minute\n You'll hear so many Bowe-Bowe-Bowe, you think I'm Riddick\n While other MC's are talkin bout up with hope down with dope\n I'll have a devil in my infrared scope, WOY!\n That's for calling my father a boy and, KLAK KLAK KLAK!\n That's for putting scars on my mother's back, BO!\n That's for calling my sister a hoe, and for you\n BUCK BUCK BUCK, cause I don't give a motherfuck\n Remember the whip, remember the chant, remember about rope and\n you black people still thinkin about vot-ing\n Every president we ever had lied\n You know I'm kinda glad Nixon died!\n\n Chorus\n\n Verse Two: KRS\n\n This is not the first time I came to the planet\n But everytime I come, only a few could understand it\n I came as Isis, my words they tried to ban it\n I came as Moses, they couldn't follow my commandments\n I came as Solomon, to a people that was lost\n I came as Jesus, but they nailed me to a cross\n I came as Harriet Tubman, I put the truth to Sojourner\n Other times, I had to come as Nat Turner\n They tried to burn me, lynch me and starve me\n So I had to come back as Marcus Garvey, Bob Marley\n They tried to harm me, I used to be Malcolm X\n Now I'm on the planet as the one called KRS\n Kickin the metaphysical, spiritual, tryin to like\n get wit you, showin you, you are invincible\n The Black Panther is the black answer for real\n In my spiritual form, I turn into Bobby Seale\n On the wheels of steel, my spirit flies away\n and enters into Kwame Ture\n\n Chorus\n\n Verse Three: KRS-One\n\n In the streets there is no EQ, no di-do-di-do-di-do\n So I grab the air and speak through the code\n the devil cannot see through as I unload\n into another cerebellum\n Then I can tell em, because my vibes go through denim\n and leather whatever, however, I'm still rockin\n We used to pick cotton, now we pick up cotton when we shoppin\n Have you forgotten why we buildin in a cypher\n Yo hear me kid, government is building in a pyramid\n The son of God is brighter than the son of man\n The spirit is, check your dollar bill G, here it is\n We got no time for fancy mathematics\n Your mental frequency frequently pickin up static\n Makin you a naked body, attic and it's democratic\n They press auto, and you kill it with an automatic\n\n Chorus\n"},{"id":21074106,"name":"Ah Yeah","trackName":"Ah Yeah","artistName":"KRS-One","albumName":"Pump Ya Fist: Hip Hop Inspired by the Black Panthers","duration":267.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you see a devil down\nAh yeah, that's whatcha say when you take the devil's crown\nAh yeah, stay alive all things will change around\nAh yeah, what? Ah yeah!\n\nVerse One: KRS-One\n\nSo here I go kickin science in ninety-five\nI be illin, parental discretion is advised still\nDont call me nigga, this MC goes for his\nCall me God, cause that's what the black man is\nRoamin through the forest as the hardest lyrical artist\nBlack women you are not a bitch you're a Goddess\nLet it be known, you can lean on KRS-One\nLike a wall cause I'm hard, I represent GOD\nWack MC's have only one style: gun buck\nBut when you say, \"Let's buck for revolution\"\nThey shut the fuck up, kid, get with it\nDown to start a riot in a minute\nYou'll hear so many Bowe-Bowe-Bowe, you think I'm Riddick\nWhile other MC's are talkin bout up with hope down with dope\nI'll have a devil in my infrared scope, WOY!\nThat's for calling my father a boy and, KLAK KLAK KLAK!\nThat's for putting scars on my mother's back, BO!\nThat's for calling my sister a hoe, and for you\nBUCK BUCK BUCK, cause I don't give a motherfuck\nRemember the whip, remember the chant, remember about rope and\nYou black people still thinkin about vot-ing\nEvery president we ever had lied\nYou know I'm kinda glad Nixon died!\n\nChorus\n\nVerse Two: KRS\n\nThis is not the first time I came to the planet\nBut everytime I come, only a few could understand it\nI came as Isis, my words they tried to ban it\nI came as Moses, they couldn't follow my commandments\nI came as Solomon, to a people that was lost\nI came as Jesus, but they nailed me to a cross\nI came as Harriet Tubman, I put the truth to Sojourner\nOther times, I had to come as Nat Turner\nThey tried to burn me, lynch me and starve me\nSo I had to come back as Marcus Garvey, Bob Marley\nThey tried to harm me, I used to be Malcolm X\nNow I'm on the planet as the one called KRS\nKickin the metaphysical, spiritual, tryin to like\nGet wit you, showin you, you are invincible\nThe Black Panther is the black answer for real\nIn my spiritual form, I turn into Bobby Seale\nOn the wheels of steel, my spirit flies away\nAnd enters into Kwame Ture\n\nChorus\n\nVerse Three: KRS-One\n\nIn the streets there is no EQ, no di-do-di-do-di-do\nSo I grab the air and speak through the code\nThe devil cannot see through as I unload\nInto another cerebellum\nThen I can tell em, because my vibes go through denim\nAnd leather whatever, however, I'm still rockin\nWe used to pick cotton, now we pick up cotton when we shoppin\nHave you forgotten why we buildin in a cypher\nYo hear me kid, government is building in a pyramid\nThe son of God is brighter than the son of man\nThe spirit is, check your dollar bill G, here it is\nWe got no time for fancy mathematics\nYour mental frequency frequently pickin up static\nMakin you a naked body, attic and it's democratic\nThey press auto, and you kill it with an automatic\n\nChorus","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Ah Yeah\n artist: KRS-One\n album: 'Pump Ya Fist: Hip Hop Inspired by the Black Panthers'\n duration_ms: 267000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you see a devil down\n Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you take the devil's crown\n Ah yeah, stay alive all things will change around\n Ah yeah, what? Ah yeah!\n\n Verse One: KRS-One\n\n So here I go kickin science in ninety-five\n I be illin, parental discretion is advised still\n Dont call me nigga, this MC goes for his\n Call me God, cause that's what the black man is\n Roamin through the forest as the hardest lyrical artist\n Black women you are not a bitch you're a Goddess\n Let it be known, you can lean on KRS-One\n Like a wall cause I'm hard, I represent GOD\n Wack MC's have only one style: gun buck\n But when you say, \"Let's buck for revolution\"\n They shut the fuck up, kid, get with it\n Down to start a riot in a minute\n You'll hear so many Bowe-Bowe-Bowe, you think I'm Riddick\n While other MC's are talkin bout up with hope down with dope\n I'll have a devil in my infrared scope, WOY!\n That's for calling my father a boy and, KLAK KLAK KLAK!\n That's for putting scars on my mother's back, BO!\n That's for calling my sister a hoe, and for you\n BUCK BUCK BUCK, cause I don't give a motherfuck\n Remember the whip, remember the chant, remember about rope and\n You black people still thinkin about vot-ing\n Every president we ever had lied\n You know I'm kinda glad Nixon died!\n\n Chorus\n\n Verse Two: KRS\n\n This is not the first time I came to the planet\n But everytime I come, only a few could understand it\n I came as Isis, my words they tried to ban it\n I came as Moses, they couldn't follow my commandments\n I came as Solomon, to a people that was lost\n I came as Jesus, but they nailed me to a cross\n I came as Harriet Tubman, I put the truth to Sojourner\n Other times, I had to come as Nat Turner\n They tried to burn me, lynch me and starve me\n So I had to come back as Marcus Garvey, Bob Marley\n They tried to harm me, I used to be Malcolm X\n Now I'm on the planet as the one called KRS\n Kickin the metaphysical, spiritual, tryin to like\n Get wit you, showin you, you are invincible\n The Black Panther is the black answer for real\n In my spiritual form, I turn into Bobby Seale\n On the wheels of steel, my spirit flies away\n And enters into Kwame Ture\n\n Chorus\n\n Verse Three: KRS-One\n\n In the streets there is no EQ, no di-do-di-do-di-do\n So I grab the air and speak through the code\n The devil cannot see through as I unload\n Into another cerebellum\n Then I can tell em, because my vibes go through denim\n And leather whatever, however, I'm still rockin\n We used to pick cotton, now we pick up cotton when we shoppin\n Have you forgotten why we buildin in a cypher\n Yo hear me kid, government is building in a pyramid\n The son of God is brighter than the son of man\n The spirit is, check your dollar bill G, here it is\n We got no time for fancy mathematics\n Your mental frequency frequently pickin up static\n Makin you a naked body, attic and it's democratic\n They press auto, and you kill it with an automatic\n\n Chorus\n"},{"id":19193300,"name":"Ah Yeah!","trackName":"Ah Yeah!","artistName":"KRS-One","albumName":"D.I.G.I.T.A.L.","duration":286.119184,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you see a devil down\nAh yeah, that's whatcha say when you take the devil's crown\nAh yeah, stay alive all things will change around\nAh yeah, what? Ah yeah!\n\nVerse One: KRS-One\n\nSo here I go kickin science in ninety-five\nI be illin, parental discretion is advised still\nDont call me nigga, this MC goes for his\nCall me God, cause that's what the black man is\nRoamin through the forest as the hardest lyrical artist\nBlack women you are not a bitch you're a Goddess\nLet it be known, you can lean on KRS-One\nLike a wall cause I'm hard, I represent GOD\nWack MC's have only one style: gun buck\nBut when you say, \"Let's buck for revolution\"\nThey shut the fuck up, kid, get with it\nDown to start a riot in a minute\nYou'll hear so many Bowe-Bowe-Bowe, you think I'm Riddick\nWhile other MC's are talkin bout up with hope down with dope\nI'll have a devil in my infrared scope, WOY!\nThat's for calling my father a boy and, KLAK KLAK KLAK!\nThat's for putting scars on my mother's back, BO!\nThat's for calling my sister a hoe, and for you\nBUCK BUCK BUCK, cause I don't give a motherfuck\nRemember the whip, remember the chant, remember about rope and\nYou black people still thinkin about vot-ing\nEvery president we ever had lied\nYou know I'm kinda glad Nixon died!\n\nChorus\n\nVerse Two: KRS\n\nThis is not the first time I came to the planet\nBut everytime I come, only a few could understand it\nI came as Isis, my words they tried to ban it\nI came as Moses, they couldn't follow my commandments\nI came as Solomon, to a people that was lost\nI came as Jesus, but they nailed me to a cross\nI came as Harriet Tubman, I put the truth to Sojourner\nOther times, I had to come as Nat Turner\nThey tried to burn me, lynch me and starve me\nSo I had to come back as Marcus Garvey, Bob Marley\nThey tried to harm me, I used to be Malcolm X\nNow I'm on the planet as the one called KRS\nKickin the metaphysical, spiritual, tryin to like\nGet wit you, showin you, you are invincible\nThe Black Panther is the black answer for real\nIn my spiritual form, I turn into Bobby Seale\nOn the wheels of steel, my spirit flies away\nAnd enters into Kwame Ture\n\nChorus\n\nVerse Three: KRS-One\n\nIn the streets there is no EQ, no di-do-di-do-di-do\nSo I grab the air and speak through the code\nThe devil cannot see through as I unload\nInto another cerebellum\nThen I can tell em, because my vibes go through denim\nAnd leather whatever, however, I'm still rockin\nWe used to pick cotton, now we pick up cotton when we shoppin\nHave you forgotten why we buildin in a cypher\nYo hear me kid, government is building in a pyramid\nThe son of God is brighter than the son of man\nThe spirit is, check your dollar bill G, here it is\nWe got no time for fancy mathematics\nYour mental frequency frequently pickin up static\nMakin you a naked body, attic and it's democratic\nThey press auto, and you kill it with an automatic\n\nChorus","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Ah Yeah!\n artist: KRS-One\n album: D.I.G.I.T.A.L.\n duration_ms: 286119\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you see a devil down\n Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you take the devil's crown\n Ah yeah, stay alive all things will change around\n Ah yeah, what? Ah yeah!\n\n Verse One: KRS-One\n\n So here I go kickin science in ninety-five\n I be illin, parental discretion is advised still\n Dont call me nigga, this MC goes for his\n Call me God, cause that's what the black man is\n Roamin through the forest as the hardest lyrical artist\n Black women you are not a bitch you're a Goddess\n Let it be known, you can lean on KRS-One\n Like a wall cause I'm hard, I represent GOD\n Wack MC's have only one style: gun buck\n But when you say, \"Let's buck for revolution\"\n They shut the fuck up, kid, get with it\n Down to start a riot in a minute\n You'll hear so many Bowe-Bowe-Bowe, you think I'm Riddick\n While other MC's are talkin bout up with hope down with dope\n I'll have a devil in my infrared scope, WOY!\n That's for calling my father a boy and, KLAK KLAK KLAK!\n That's for putting scars on my mother's back, BO!\n That's for calling my sister a hoe, and for you\n BUCK BUCK BUCK, cause I don't give a motherfuck\n Remember the whip, remember the chant, remember about rope and\n You black people still thinkin about vot-ing\n Every president we ever had lied\n You know I'm kinda glad Nixon died!\n\n Chorus\n\n Verse Two: KRS\n\n This is not the first time I came to the planet\n But everytime I come, only a few could understand it\n I came as Isis, my words they tried to ban it\n I came as Moses, they couldn't follow my commandments\n I came as Solomon, to a people that was lost\n I came as Jesus, but they nailed me to a cross\n I came as Harriet Tubman, I put the truth to Sojourner\n Other times, I had to come as Nat Turner\n They tried to burn me, lynch me and starve me\n So I had to come back as Marcus Garvey, Bob Marley\n They tried to harm me, I used to be Malcolm X\n Now I'm on the planet as the one called KRS\n Kickin the metaphysical, spiritual, tryin to like\n Get wit you, showin you, you are invincible\n The Black Panther is the black answer for real\n In my spiritual form, I turn into Bobby Seale\n On the wheels of steel, my spirit flies away\n And enters into Kwame Ture\n\n Chorus\n\n Verse Three: KRS-One\n\n In the streets there is no EQ, no di-do-di-do-di-do\n So I grab the air and speak through the code\n The devil cannot see through as I unload\n Into another cerebellum\n Then I can tell em, because my vibes go through denim\n And leather whatever, however, I'm still rockin\n We used to pick cotton, now we pick up cotton when we shoppin\n Have you forgotten why we buildin in a cypher\n Yo hear me kid, government is building in a pyramid\n The son of God is brighter than the son of man\n The spirit is, check your dollar bill G, here it is\n We got no time for fancy mathematics\n Your mental frequency frequently pickin up static\n Makin you a naked body, attic and it's democratic\n They press auto, and you kill it with an automatic\n\n Chorus\n"},{"id":20533423,"name":"Ah Yeah!","trackName":"Ah Yeah!","artistName":"KRS-One","albumName":"D.I.G.I.T.A.L.","duration":288.130612,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you see a devil down\nAh yeah, that's whatcha say when you take the devil's crown\nAh yeah, stay alive all things will change around\nAh yeah, what? Ah yeah!\n\nVerse One: KRS-One\n\nSo here I go kickin science in ninety-five\nI be illin, parental discretion is advised still\nDont call me nigga, this MC goes for his\nCall me God, cause that's what the black man is\nRoamin through the forest as the hardest lyrical artist\nBlack women you are not a bitch you're a Goddess\nLet it be known, you can lean on KRS-One\nLike a wall cause I'm hard, I represent GOD\nWack MC's have only one style: gun buck\nBut when you say, \"Let's buck for revolution\"\nThey shut the fuck up, kid, get with it\nDown to start a riot in a minute\nYou'll hear so many Bowe-Bowe-Bowe, you think I'm Riddick\nWhile other MC's are talkin bout up with hope down with dope\nI'll have a devil in my infrared scope, WOY!\nThat's for calling my father a boy and, KLAK KLAK KLAK!\nThat's for putting scars on my mother's back, BO!\nThat's for calling my sister a hoe, and for you\nBUCK BUCK BUCK, cause I don't give a motherfuck\nRemember the whip, remember the chant, remember about rope and\nYou black people still thinkin about vot-ing\nEvery president we ever had lied\nYou know I'm kinda glad Nixon died!\n\nChorus\n\nVerse Two: KRS\n\nThis is not the first time I came to the planet\nBut everytime I come, only a few could understand it\nI came as Isis, my words they tried to ban it\nI came as Moses, they couldn't follow my commandments\nI came as Solomon, to a people that was lost\nI came as Jesus, but they nailed me to a cross\nI came as Harriet Tubman, I put the truth to Sojourner\nOther times, I had to come as Nat Turner\nThey tried to burn me, lynch me and starve me\nSo I had to come back as Marcus Garvey, Bob Marley\nThey tried to harm me, I used to be Malcolm X\nNow I'm on the planet as the one called KRS\nKickin the metaphysical, spiritual, tryin to like\nGet wit you, showin you, you are invincible\nThe Black Panther is the black answer for real\nIn my spiritual form, I turn into Bobby Seale\nOn the wheels of steel, my spirit flies away\nAnd enters into Kwame Ture\n\nChorus\n\nVerse Three: KRS-One\n\nIn the streets there is no EQ, no di-do-di-do-di-do\nSo I grab the air and speak through the code\nThe devil cannot see through as I unload\nInto another cerebellum\nThen I can tell em, because my vibes go through denim\nAnd leather whatever, however, I'm still rockin\nWe used to pick cotton, now we pick up cotton when we shoppin\nHave you forgotten why we buildin in a cypher\nYo hear me kid, government is building in a pyramid\nThe son of God is brighter than the son of man\nThe spirit is, check your dollar bill G, here it is\nWe got no time for fancy mathematics\nYour mental frequency frequently pickin up static\nMakin you a naked body, attic and it's democratic\nThey press auto, and you kill it with an automatic\n\nChorus","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Ah Yeah!\n artist: KRS-One\n album: D.I.G.I.T.A.L.\n duration_ms: 288131\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you see a devil down\n Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you take the devil's crown\n Ah yeah, stay alive all things will change around\n Ah yeah, what? Ah yeah!\n\n Verse One: KRS-One\n\n So here I go kickin science in ninety-five\n I be illin, parental discretion is advised still\n Dont call me nigga, this MC goes for his\n Call me God, cause that's what the black man is\n Roamin through the forest as the hardest lyrical artist\n Black women you are not a bitch you're a Goddess\n Let it be known, you can lean on KRS-One\n Like a wall cause I'm hard, I represent GOD\n Wack MC's have only one style: gun buck\n But when you say, \"Let's buck for revolution\"\n They shut the fuck up, kid, get with it\n Down to start a riot in a minute\n You'll hear so many Bowe-Bowe-Bowe, you think I'm Riddick\n While other MC's are talkin bout up with hope down with dope\n I'll have a devil in my infrared scope, WOY!\n That's for calling my father a boy and, KLAK KLAK KLAK!\n That's for putting scars on my mother's back, BO!\n That's for calling my sister a hoe, and for you\n BUCK BUCK BUCK, cause I don't give a motherfuck\n Remember the whip, remember the chant, remember about rope and\n You black people still thinkin about vot-ing\n Every president we ever had lied\n You know I'm kinda glad Nixon died!\n\n Chorus\n\n Verse Two: KRS\n\n This is not the first time I came to the planet\n But everytime I come, only a few could understand it\n I came as Isis, my words they tried to ban it\n I came as Moses, they couldn't follow my commandments\n I came as Solomon, to a people that was lost\n I came as Jesus, but they nailed me to a cross\n I came as Harriet Tubman, I put the truth to Sojourner\n Other times, I had to come as Nat Turner\n They tried to burn me, lynch me and starve me\n So I had to come back as Marcus Garvey, Bob Marley\n They tried to harm me, I used to be Malcolm X\n Now I'm on the planet as the one called KRS\n Kickin the metaphysical, spiritual, tryin to like\n Get wit you, showin you, you are invincible\n The Black Panther is the black answer for real\n In my spiritual form, I turn into Bobby Seale\n On the wheels of steel, my spirit flies away\n And enters into Kwame Ture\n\n Chorus\n\n Verse Three: KRS-One\n\n In the streets there is no EQ, no di-do-di-do-di-do\n So I grab the air and speak through the code\n The devil cannot see through as I unload\n Into another cerebellum\n Then I can tell em, because my vibes go through denim\n And leather whatever, however, I'm still rockin\n We used to pick cotton, now we pick up cotton when we shoppin\n Have you forgotten why we buildin in a cypher\n Yo hear me kid, government is building in a pyramid\n The son of God is brighter than the son of man\n The spirit is, check your dollar bill G, here it is\n We got no time for fancy mathematics\n Your mental frequency frequently pickin up static\n Makin you a naked body, attic and it's democratic\n They press auto, and you kill it with an automatic\n\n Chorus\n"},{"id":16952253,"name":"Ah Yeah!","trackName":"Ah Yeah!","artistName":"KRS-One","albumName":"Digital","duration":288.130612,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you see a devil down\nAh yeah, that's whatcha say when you take the devil's crown\nAh yeah, stay alive all things will change around\nAh yeah, what? Ah yeah!\n\nVerse One: KRS-One\n\nSo here I go kickin science in ninety-five\nI be illin, parental discretion is advised still\ndont call me nigga, this MC goes for his\nCall me God, cause that's what the black man is\nRoamin through the forest as the hardest lyrical artist\nBlack women you are not a bitch you're a Goddess\nLet it be known, you can lean on KRS-One\nLike a wall cause I'm hard, I represent GOD\nWack MC's have only one style: gun buck\nBut when you say, \"Let's buck for revolution\"\nThey shut the fuck up, kid, get with it\nDown to start a riot in a minute\nYou'll hear so many Bowe-Bowe-Bowe, you think I'm Riddick\nWhile other MC's are talkin bout up with hope down with dope\nI'll have a devil in my infrared scope, WOY!\nThat's for calling my father a boy and, KLAK KLAK KLAK!\nThat's for putting scars on my mother's back, BO!\nThat's for calling my sister a hoe, and for you\nBUCK BUCK BUCK, cause I don't give a motherfuck\nRemember the whip, remember the chant, remember about rope and\nyou black people still thinkin about vot-ing\nEvery president we ever had lied\nYou know I'm kinda glad Nixon died!\n\nChorus\n\nVerse Two: KRS\n\nThis is not the first time I came to the planet\nBut everytime I come, only a few could understand it\nI came as Isis, my words they tried to ban it\nI came as Moses, they couldn't follow my commandments\nI came as Solomon, to a people that was lost\nI came as Jesus, but they nailed me to a cross\nI came as Harriet Tubman, I put the truth to Sojourner\nOther times, I had to come as Nat Turner\nThey tried to burn me, lynch me and starve me\nSo I had to come back as Marcus Garvey, Bob Marley\nThey tried to harm me, I used to be Malcolm X\nNow I'm on the planet as the one called KRS\nKickin the metaphysical, spiritual, tryin to like\nget wit you, showin you, you are invincible\nThe Black Panther is the black answer for real\nIn my spiritual form, I turn into Bobby Seale\nOn the wheels of steel, my spirit flies away\nand enters into Kwame Ture\n\nChorus\n\nVerse Three: KRS-One\n\nIn the streets there is no EQ, no di-do-di-do-di-do\nSo I grab the air and speak through the code\nthe devil cannot see through as I unload\ninto another cerebellum\nThen I can tell em, because my vibes go through denim\nand leather whatever, however, I'm still rockin\nWe used to pick cotton, now we pick up cotton when we shoppin\nHave you forgotten why we buildin in a cypher\nYo hear me kid, government is building in a pyramid\nThe son of God is brighter than the son of man\nThe spirit is, check your dollar bill G, here it is\nWe got no time for fancy mathematics\nYour mental frequency frequently pickin up static\nMakin you a naked body, attic and it's democratic\nThey press auto, and you kill it with an automatic\n\nChorus","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.25] Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you see a devil down\n[00:04.05] Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you take the devil's crown\n[00:06.97] Ah yeah, stay alive all things will change around\n[00:10.13] Ah yeah, what? Ah yeah!\n[00:12.61] Verse One: KRS-One\n[00:13.11] So here I go kickin science in ninety-five\n[00:15.94] I be illin, parental discretion is advised still\n[00:19.06] dont call me nigga, this MC goes for his\n[00:22.12] Call me God, cause that's what the black man is\n[00:25.42] Roamin through the forest as the hardest lyrical artist\n[00:28.73] Black women you are not a bitch you're a Goddess\n[00:32.11] Let it be known, you can lean on KRS-One\n[00:34.97] Like a wall cause I'm hard, I represent GOD\n[00:38.22] Wack MC's have only one style: gun buck\n[00:41.03] But when you say, \"Let's buck for revolution\"\n[00:43.03] They shut the fuck up, kid, get with it\n[00:45.38] Down to start a riot in a minute\n[00:47.35] You'll hear so many Bowe-Bowe-Bowe, you think I'm Riddick\n[00:50.69] While other MC's are talkin bout up with hope down with dope\n[00:53.74] I'll have a devil in my infrared scope, WOY!\n[00:57.29] That's for calling my father a boy and, KLAK KLAK KLAK!\n[01:01.27] That's for putting scars on my mother's back, BO!\n[01:03.88] That's for calling my sister a hoe, and for you\n[01:06.78] BUCK BUCK BUCK, cause I don't give a motherfuck\n[01:09.41] Remember the whip, remember the chant, remember about rope and\n[01:12.73] you black people still thinkin about vot-ing\n[01:15.87] Every president we ever had lied\n[01:18.46] You know I'm kinda glad Nixon died!\n[01:20.76] Chorus\n[01:33.61] Verse Two: KRS\n[01:34.14] This is not the first time I came to the planet\n[01:37.02] But everytime I come, only a few could understand it\n[01:40.07] I came as Isis, my words they tried to ban it\n[01:43.21] I came as Moses, they couldn't follow my commandments\n[01:46.25] I came as Solomon, to a people that was lost\n[01:49.48] I came as Jesus, but they nailed me to a cross\n[01:52.43] I came as Harriet Tubman, I put the truth to Sojourner\n[01:55.69] Other times, I had to come as Nat Turner\n[01:58.75] They tried to burn me, lynch me and starve me\n[02:01.36] So I had to come back as Marcus Garvey, Bob Marley\n[02:05.01] They tried to harm me, I used to be Malcolm X\n[02:08.08] Now I'm on the planet as the one called KRS\n[02:11.27] Kickin the metaphysical, spiritual, tryin to like\n[02:14.49] get wit you, showin you, you are invincible\n[02:17.41] The Black Panther is the black answer for real\n[02:20.20] In my spiritual form, I turn into Bobby Seale\n[02:23.72] On the wheels of steel, my spirit flies away\n[02:26.59] and enters into Kwame Ture\n[02:29.06] Chorus\n[02:40.92] Verse Three: KRS-One\n[02:53.93] In the streets there is no EQ, no di-do-di-do-di-do\n[02:57.55] So I grab the air and speak through the code\n[02:59.70] the devil cannot see through as I unload\n[03:02.01] into another cerebellum\n[03:03.84] Then I can tell em, because my vibes go through denim\n[03:06.60] and leather whatever, however, I'm still rockin\n[03:09.74] We used to pick cotton, now we pick up cotton when we shoppin\n[03:13.32] Have you forgotten why we buildin in a cypher\n[03:16.47] Yo hear me kid, government is building in a pyramid\n[03:19.71] The son of God is brighter than the son of man\n[03:22.33] The spirit is, check your dollar bill G, here it is\n[03:25.22] We got no time for fancy mathematics\n[03:28.53] Your mental frequency frequently pickin up static\n[03:31.81] Makin you a naked body, attic and it's democratic\n[03:35.14] They press auto, and you kill it with an automatic\n[03:37.78] Chorus\n[03:54.10] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Ah Yeah!\n artist: KRS-One\n album: Digital\n duration_ms: 288131\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you see a devil down\n start_ms: 1250\n end_ms: 4050\n- text: Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you take the devil's crown\n start_ms: 4050\n end_ms: 6970\n- text: Ah yeah, stay alive all things will change around\n start_ms: 6970\n end_ms: 10130\n- text: Ah yeah, what? 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Ah yeah!\n\n Verse One: KRS-One\n\n So here I go kickin science in ninety-five\n I be illin, parental discretion is advised still\n dont call me nigga, this MC goes for his\n Call me God, cause that's what the black man is\n Roamin through the forest as the hardest lyrical artist\n Black women you are not a bitch you're a Goddess\n Let it be known, you can lean on KRS-One\n Like a wall cause I'm hard, I represent GOD\n Wack MC's have only one style: gun buck\n But when you say, \"Let's buck for revolution\"\n They shut the fuck up, kid, get with it\n Down to start a riot in a minute\n You'll hear so many Bowe-Bowe-Bowe, you think I'm Riddick\n While other MC's are talkin bout up with hope down with dope\n I'll have a devil in my infrared scope, WOY!\n That's for calling my father a boy and, KLAK KLAK KLAK!\n That's for putting scars on my mother's back, BO!\n That's for calling my sister a hoe, and for you\n BUCK BUCK BUCK, cause I don't give a motherfuck\n Remember the whip, remember the chant, remember about rope and\n you black people still thinkin about vot-ing\n Every president we ever had lied\n You know I'm kinda glad Nixon died!\n\n Chorus\n\n Verse Two: KRS\n\n This is not the first time I came to the planet\n But everytime I come, only a few could understand it\n I came as Isis, my words they tried to ban it\n I came as Moses, they couldn't follow my commandments\n I came as Solomon, to a people that was lost\n I came as Jesus, but they nailed me to a cross\n I came as Harriet Tubman, I put the truth to Sojourner\n Other times, I had to come as Nat Turner\n They tried to burn me, lynch me and starve me\n So I had to come back as Marcus Garvey, Bob Marley\n They tried to harm me, I used to be Malcolm X\n Now I'm on the planet as the one called KRS\n Kickin the metaphysical, spiritual, tryin to like\n get wit you, showin you, you are invincible\n The Black Panther is the black answer for real\n In my spiritual form, I turn into Bobby Seale\n On the wheels of steel, my spirit flies away\n and enters into Kwame Ture\n\n Chorus\n\n Verse Three: KRS-One\n\n In the streets there is no EQ, no di-do-di-do-di-do\n So I grab the air and speak through the code\n the devil cannot see through as I unload\n into another cerebellum\n Then I can tell em, because my vibes go through denim\n and leather whatever, however, I'm still rockin\n We used to pick cotton, now we pick up cotton when we shoppin\n Have you forgotten why we buildin in a cypher\n Yo hear me kid, government is building in a pyramid\n The son of God is brighter than the son of man\n The spirit is, check your dollar bill G, here it is\n We got no time for fancy mathematics\n Your mental frequency frequently pickin up static\n Makin you a naked body, attic and it's democratic\n They press auto, and you kill it with an automatic\n\n Chorus\n"},{"id":25314578,"name":"AH-YEAH","trackName":"AH-YEAH","artistName":"KRS ONE","albumName":"O","duration":231.079208,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you see a devil down\nAh yeah, that's whatcha say when you take the devil's crown\nAh yeah, stay alive all things will change around\nAh yeah, what? Ah yeah!\n\nVerse One: KRS-One\n\nSo here I go kickin science in ninety-five\nI be illin, parental discretion is advised still\nDont call me nigga, this MC goes for his\nCall me God, cause that's what the black man is\nRoamin through the forest as the hardest lyrical artist\nBlack women you are not a bitch you're a Goddess\nLet it be known, you can lean on KRS-One\nLike a wall cause I'm hard, I represent GOD\nWack MC's have only one style: gun buck\nBut when you say, \"Let's buck for revolution\"\nThey shut the fuck up, kid, get with it\nDown to start a riot in a minute\nYou'll hear so many Bowe-Bowe-Bowe, you think I'm Riddick\nWhile other MC's are talkin bout up with hope down with dope\nI'll have a devil in my infrared scope, WOY!\nThat's for calling my father a boy and, KLAK KLAK KLAK!\nThat's for putting scars on my mother's back, BO!\nThat's for calling my sister a hoe, and for you\nBUCK BUCK BUCK, cause I don't give a motherfuck\nRemember the whip, remember the chant, remember about rope and\nYou black people still thinkin about vot-ing\nEvery president we ever had lied\nYou know I'm kinda glad Nixon died!\n\nChorus\n\nVerse Two: KRS\n\nThis is not the first time I came to the planet\nBut everytime I come, only a few could understand it\nI came as Isis, my words they tried to ban it\nI came as Moses, they couldn't follow my commandments\nI came as Solomon, to a people that was lost\nI came as Jesus, but they nailed me to a cross\nI came as Harriet Tubman, I put the truth to Sojourner\nOther times, I had to come as Nat Turner\nThey tried to burn me, lynch me and starve me\nSo I had to come back as Marcus Garvey, Bob Marley\nThey tried to harm me, I used to be Malcolm X\nNow I'm on the planet as the one called KRS\nKickin the metaphysical, spiritual, tryin to like\nGet wit you, showin you, you are invincible\nThe Black Panther is the black answer for real\nIn my spiritual form, I turn into Bobby Seale\nOn the wheels of steel, my spirit flies away\nAnd enters into Kwame Ture\n\nChorus\n\nVerse Three: KRS-One\n\nIn the streets there is no EQ, no di-do-di-do-di-do\nSo I grab the air and speak through the code\nThe devil cannot see through as I unload\nInto another cerebellum\nThen I can tell em, because my vibes go through denim\nAnd leather whatever, however, I'm still rockin\nWe used to pick cotton, now we pick up cotton when we shoppin\nHave you forgotten why we buildin in a cypher\nYo hear me kid, government is building in a pyramid\nThe son of God is brighter than the son of man\nThe spirit is, check your dollar bill G, here it is\nWe got no time for fancy mathematics\nYour mental frequency frequently pickin up static\nMakin you a naked body, attic and it's democratic\nThey press auto, and you kill it with an automatic\n\nChorus","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: AH-YEAH\n artist: KRS ONE\n album: O\n duration_ms: 231079\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you see a devil down\n Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you take the devil's crown\n Ah yeah, stay alive all things will change around\n Ah yeah, what? Ah yeah!\n\n Verse One: KRS-One\n\n So here I go kickin science in ninety-five\n I be illin, parental discretion is advised still\n Dont call me nigga, this MC goes for his\n Call me God, cause that's what the black man is\n Roamin through the forest as the hardest lyrical artist\n Black women you are not a bitch you're a Goddess\n Let it be known, you can lean on KRS-One\n Like a wall cause I'm hard, I represent GOD\n Wack MC's have only one style: gun buck\n But when you say, \"Let's buck for revolution\"\n They shut the fuck up, kid, get with it\n Down to start a riot in a minute\n You'll hear so many Bowe-Bowe-Bowe, you think I'm Riddick\n While other MC's are talkin bout up with hope down with dope\n I'll have a devil in my infrared scope, WOY!\n That's for calling my father a boy and, KLAK KLAK KLAK!\n That's for putting scars on my mother's back, BO!\n That's for calling my sister a hoe, and for you\n BUCK BUCK BUCK, cause I don't give a motherfuck\n Remember the whip, remember the chant, remember about rope and\n You black people still thinkin about vot-ing\n Every president we ever had lied\n You know I'm kinda glad Nixon died!\n\n Chorus\n\n Verse Two: KRS\n\n This is not the first time I came to the planet\n But everytime I come, only a few could understand it\n I came as Isis, my words they tried to ban it\n I came as Moses, they couldn't follow my commandments\n I came as Solomon, to a people that was lost\n I came as Jesus, but they nailed me to a cross\n I came as Harriet Tubman, I put the truth to Sojourner\n Other times, I had to come as Nat Turner\n They tried to burn me, lynch me and starve me\n So I had to come back as Marcus Garvey, Bob Marley\n They tried to harm me, I used to be Malcolm X\n Now I'm on the planet as the one called KRS\n Kickin the metaphysical, spiritual, tryin to like\n Get wit you, showin you, you are invincible\n The Black Panther is the black answer for real\n In my spiritual form, I turn into Bobby Seale\n On the wheels of steel, my spirit flies away\n And enters into Kwame Ture\n\n Chorus\n\n Verse Three: KRS-One\n\n In the streets there is no EQ, no di-do-di-do-di-do\n So I grab the air and speak through the code\n The devil cannot see through as I unload\n Into another cerebellum\n Then I can tell em, because my vibes go through denim\n And leather whatever, however, I'm still rockin\n We used to pick cotton, now we pick up cotton when we shoppin\n Have you forgotten why we buildin in a cypher\n Yo hear me kid, government is building in a pyramid\n The son of God is brighter than the son of man\n The spirit is, check your dollar bill G, here it is\n We got no time for fancy mathematics\n Your mental frequency frequently pickin up static\n Makin you a naked body, attic and it's democratic\n They press auto, and you kill it with an automatic\n\n Chorus\n"},{"id":9863999,"name":"Ah Yeah!","trackName":"Ah Yeah!","artistName":"KRS‐One","albumName":"D.I.G.I.T.A.L.","duration":287.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you see a devil down\nAh yeah, that's whatcha say when you take the devil's crown\nAh yeah, stay alive all things will change around\nAh yeah, what? Ah yeah!\n\nVerse One: KRS-One\n\nSo here I go kickin science in ninety-five\nI be illin, parental discretion is advised still\ndont call me nigga, this MC goes for his\nCall me God, cause that's what the black man is\nRoamin through the forest as the hardest lyrical artist\nBlack women you are not a bitch you're a Goddess\nLet it be known, you can lean on KRS-One\nLike a wall cause I'm hard, I represent GOD\nWack MC's have only one style: gun buck\nBut when you say, \"Let's buck for revolution\"\nThey shut the fuck up, kid, get with it\nDown to start a riot in a minute\nYou'll hear so many Bowe-Bowe-Bowe, you think I'm Riddick\nWhile other MC's are talkin bout up with hope down with dope\nI'll have a devil in my infrared scope, WOY!\nThat's for calling my father a boy and, KLAK KLAK KLAK!\nThat's for putting scars on my mother's back, BO!\nThat's for calling my sister a hoe, and for you\nBUCK BUCK BUCK, cause I don't give a motherfuck\nRemember the whip, remember the chant, remember about rope and\nyou black people still thinkin about vot-ing\nEvery president we ever had lied\nYou know I'm kinda glad Nixon died!\n\nChorus\n\nVerse Two: KRS\n\nThis is not the first time I came to the planet\nBut everytime I come, only a few could understand it\nI came as Isis, my words they tried to ban it\nI came as Moses, they couldn't follow my commandments\nI came as Solomon, to a people that was lost\nI came as Jesus, but they nailed me to a cross\nI came as Harriet Tubman, I put the truth to Sojourner\nOther times, I had to come as Nat Turner\nThey tried to burn me, lynch me and starve me\nSo I had to come back as Marcus Garvey, Bob Marley\nThey tried to harm me, I used to be Malcolm X\nNow I'm on the planet as the one called KRS\nKickin the metaphysical, spiritual, tryin to like\nget wit you, showin you, you are invincible\nThe Black Panther is the black answer for real\nIn my spiritual form, I turn into Bobby Seale\nOn the wheels of steel, my spirit flies away\nand enters into Kwame Ture\n\nChorus\n\nVerse Three: KRS-One\n\nIn the streets there is no EQ, no di-do-di-do-di-do\nSo I grab the air and speak through the code\nthe devil cannot see through as I unload\ninto another cerebellum\nThen I can tell em, because my vibes go through denim\nand leather whatever, however, I'm still rockin\nWe used to pick cotton, now we pick up cotton when we shoppin\nHave you forgotten why we buildin in a cypher\nYo hear me kid, government is building in a pyramid\nThe son of God is brighter than the son of man\nThe spirit is, check your dollar bill G, here it is\nWe got no time for fancy mathematics\nYour mental frequency frequently pickin up static\nMakin you a naked body, attic and it's democratic\nThey press auto, and you kill it with an automatic\n\nChorus","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.21] Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you see a devil down\n[00:04.07] Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you take the devil's crown\n[00:06.91] Ah yeah, stay alive all things will change around\n[00:10.17] Ah yeah, what? 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'Verse Three: KRS-One'\n start_ms: 160990\n end_ms: 173920\n- text: In the streets there is no EQ, no di-do-di-do-di-do\n start_ms: 173920\n end_ms: 177530\n- text: So I grab the air and speak through the code\n start_ms: 177530\n end_ms: 179780\n- text: the devil cannot see through as I unload\n start_ms: 179780\n end_ms: 182050\n- text: into another cerebellum\n start_ms: 182050\n end_ms: 183840\n- text: Then I can tell em, because my vibes go through denim\n start_ms: 183840\n end_ms: 186600\n- text: and leather whatever, however, I'm still rockin\n start_ms: 186600\n end_ms: 189790\n- text: We used to pick cotton, now we pick up cotton when we shoppin\n start_ms: 189790\n end_ms: 193320\n- text: Have you forgotten why we buildin in a cypher\n start_ms: 193320\n end_ms: 196480\n- text: Yo hear me kid, government is building in a pyramid\n start_ms: 196480\n end_ms: 199750\n- text: The son of God is brighter than the son of man\n start_ms: 199750\n end_ms: 202320\n- text: The spirit is, check your dollar bill G, here it is\n start_ms: 202320\n end_ms: 205210\n- text: We got no time for fancy mathematics\n start_ms: 205210\n end_ms: 208520\n- text: Your mental frequency frequently pickin up static\n start_ms: 208520\n end_ms: 211890\n- text: Makin you a naked body, attic and it's democratic\n start_ms: 211890\n end_ms: 215170\n- text: They press auto, and you kill it with an automatic\n start_ms: 215170\n end_ms: 217750\n- text: Chorus\n start_ms: 217750\n end_ms: 234140\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 234140\nplain: |-\n Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you see a devil down\n Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you take the devil's crown\n Ah yeah, stay alive all things will change around\n Ah yeah, what? Ah yeah!\n\n Verse One: KRS-One\n\n So here I go kickin science in ninety-five\n I be illin, parental discretion is advised still\n dont call me nigga, this MC goes for his\n Call me God, cause that's what the black man is\n Roamin through the forest as the hardest lyrical artist\n Black women you are not a bitch you're a Goddess\n Let it be known, you can lean on KRS-One\n Like a wall cause I'm hard, I represent GOD\n Wack MC's have only one style: gun buck\n But when you say, \"Let's buck for revolution\"\n They shut the fuck up, kid, get with it\n Down to start a riot in a minute\n You'll hear so many Bowe-Bowe-Bowe, you think I'm Riddick\n While other MC's are talkin bout up with hope down with dope\n I'll have a devil in my infrared scope, WOY!\n That's for calling my father a boy and, KLAK KLAK KLAK!\n That's for putting scars on my mother's back, BO!\n That's for calling my sister a hoe, and for you\n BUCK BUCK BUCK, cause I don't give a motherfuck\n Remember the whip, remember the chant, remember about rope and\n you black people still thinkin about vot-ing\n Every president we ever had lied\n You know I'm kinda glad Nixon died!\n\n Chorus\n\n Verse Two: KRS\n\n This is not the first time I came to the planet\n But everytime I come, only a few could understand it\n I came as Isis, my words they tried to ban it\n I came as Moses, they couldn't follow my commandments\n I came as Solomon, to a people that was lost\n I came as Jesus, but they nailed me to a cross\n I came as Harriet Tubman, I put the truth to Sojourner\n Other times, I had to come as Nat Turner\n They tried to burn me, lynch me and starve me\n So I had to come back as Marcus Garvey, Bob Marley\n They tried to harm me, I used to be Malcolm X\n Now I'm on the planet as the one called KRS\n Kickin the metaphysical, spiritual, tryin to like\n get wit you, showin you, you are invincible\n The Black Panther is the black answer for real\n In my spiritual form, I turn into Bobby Seale\n On the wheels of steel, my spirit flies away\n and enters into Kwame Ture\n\n Chorus\n\n Verse Three: KRS-One\n\n In the streets there is no EQ, no di-do-di-do-di-do\n So I grab the air and speak through the code\n the devil cannot see through as I unload\n into another cerebellum\n Then I can tell em, because my vibes go through denim\n and leather whatever, however, I'm still rockin\n We used to pick cotton, now we pick up cotton when we shoppin\n Have you forgotten why we buildin in a cypher\n Yo hear me kid, government is building in a pyramid\n The son of God is brighter than the son of man\n The spirit is, check your dollar bill G, here it is\n We got no time for fancy mathematics\n Your mental frequency frequently pickin up static\n Makin you a naked body, attic and it's democratic\n They press auto, and you kill it with an automatic\n\n Chorus\n"},{"id":34447290,"name":"Ah Yeah","trackName":"Ah Yeah","artistName":"KRS-One","albumName":"Pump Ya Fist","duration":267.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you see a devil down\nAh yeah, that's whatcha say when you take the devil's crown\nAh yeah, stay alive all things will change around\nAh yeah, what? 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R... S, ONE\nSpit-tacular","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Intro\n artist: KRS-One\n album: Ah Yeah (VLS)\n duration_ms: 23118\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Listen man\n Y'all know what he 'bout to do man\n New York City, Manhattan\n The Bronx, Brooklyn\n Queens, Long Island, Staten\n Y'all know what he 'bout to do man\n Listen man!\n Rakim Allah man, like I said\n K... R... S, ONE\n Spit-tacular\n"}]