[{"id":5424010,"name":"How Ya Like Me Now","trackName":"How Ya Like Me Now","artistName":"Kool Moe Dee","albumName":"How Ya Like Me Now","duration":337.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I throw my tape on\nAnd i watch ya\nThree second later\nI got ya shakin' your head\nDancin' instead of sittin'\nThe rhymes kick\nThe beats hittin' you\nJust like a home run\nSlammin' like a slam dunk\nRiding the wave that james brown gave funk\nIt happened to james like it happened to me\nHow you think i feel to see another mc\nGettin' paid usin' my rap style\nAnd i'm playn' the background meanwhile\nI ain't with that\nYou can forget that\nYou took my style\nI'm takin' it back\nI'm come back like \"return of the jedi\"\nSucker mc's in the place that said i\nCould only rock rhymes\nOnly rock crowds\nBut never rock records\n\nHow ya like me now (x2)\n\nNow brothers are riding me\nLike a pony\nI'm no phony\nI'm the only real micaroni\nPlayin' the mic like it's supposed to be played\nNew jacks, you all shoulda stayed out of the business\nWhat is this, amateur night at the apollo?\nGet off this stage, i'm in a rage\nI'm like a lion that's been trapped in a cage\nI'm the real king, rap is a jungle\nI never understood, how could one go\nTo a party, watch me, stand around and jock me\nBecome a rapper, then try to rock me\nScheming like a demon, you're screamin' and dreamin'\nI'm from the old school, i used to see men\nDies for less, but i'm not living that way\nI'll let my mic do the talkin'\nAnd let the music play\n\nHow ya like me now (x2)\n\nRap is an art\nAnd i'm a picasso\nBut of course\nWhy else would you try so\nHard to paint a picture, and try to get ya\nSelf in my shoes, but they won't fit ya\nI'm bigger and better, forget about deffer\nEvery time i rocked the mic, i left a\nStain in your brain that will remain\nStuck in the back of your brain till you see me\nAgain, respect, i come correct\nThe rhymes i select are nothing short of\nVernacular's pure and i can insure\nLife od death with my breath, my voice is a cure\nI heal life from the words i spread\nI'll make a sick man rock on his death bed\nSucker mc's, i'll make your girl say \"ow\"\nShe's jockin'\n\nHow ya like me now (x2)\n\nIt irked my nerve\nWhen i heard\nA sucker rapper that i know i'll serve\nRun around town sayin' he is the best\nIs that a test?\nI'm not impressed\nGet real, you're nothin' but a toy\nDon't ya know i'll serve that boy\nJust like a waiter\nHit'em with a place of\nThese fresh rhymes and\nMake sure that he\nPays the bill, and leave him standin' still\nWhen he's had enough, hit him with a refil\nAnd for dessert it won't be no ice cream\nI'm just gonna splatter and shatter his pipe dream\nMake him feel the wrath, beat him and laugh\nThen when i finish them, i'm gonna ask him\nWho's the bests, and if he don't say moe dee\n\nI'll take my whip and make him call himself toby\nPut him on punishment just like a child, then ask\n\nHow ya like me now\n\nWhip him good, then i'll make him sweat\nTalkin' about battles and never had a battle yet\nBut if we ever did\n\nHow could you beat me\nYou're so petrified\nEven scared to meet me\nMy word's the law\nThat's why you don't beef\nYou're nothing but a punk, track star, and a thief\nSo i'm puttin' you on punishment\nJust like a child\nNever touch another mic\n\nHow ya like me now (x2)\n\nI could continue\nThere's more on the menu\nBut relax 'cos i'm so far in you\nYou had enough\nI know you're overstuffed\nIf i keep going\nYou'll be throwin' up\nOld rhymes i used to say\nBack in the day\nWhen you used to me\n\nTo my parties and pay\nNobody's ever gonna rack me\nThis i vow\nSo all i wanna say is\n\nHow ya like me now (x2)\n\nHow ya like me now (fade out with echo)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: How Ya Like Me Now\n  artist: Kool Moe Dee\n  album: How Ya Like Me Now\n  duration_ms: 337000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I throw my tape on\n  And i watch ya\n  Three second later\n  I got ya shakin' your head\n  Dancin' instead of sittin'\n  The rhymes kick\n  The beats hittin' you\n  Just like a home run\n  Slammin' like a slam dunk\n  Riding the wave that james brown gave funk\n  It happened to james like it happened to me\n  How you think i feel to see another mc\n  Gettin' paid usin' my rap style\n  And i'm playn' the background meanwhile\n  I ain't with that\n  You can forget that\n  You took my style\n  I'm takin' it back\n  I'm come back like \"return of the jedi\"\n  Sucker mc's in the place that said i\n  Could only rock rhymes\n  Only rock crowds\n  But never rock records\n\n  How ya like me now (x2)\n\n  Now brothers are riding me\n  Like a pony\n  I'm no phony\n  I'm the only real micaroni\n  Playin' the mic like it's supposed to be played\n  New jacks, you all shoulda stayed out of the business\n  What is this, amateur night at the apollo?\n  Get off this stage, i'm in a rage\n  I'm like a lion that's been trapped in a cage\n  I'm the real king, rap is a jungle\n  I never understood, how could one go\n  To a party, watch me, stand around and jock me\n  Become a rapper, then try to rock me\n  Scheming like a demon, you're screamin' and dreamin'\n  I'm from the old school, i used to see men\n  Dies for less, but i'm not living that way\n  I'll let my mic do the talkin'\n  And let the music play\n\n  How ya like me now (x2)\n\n  Rap is an art\n  And i'm a picasso\n  But of course\n  Why else would you try so\n  Hard to paint a picture, and try to get ya\n  Self in my shoes, but they won't fit ya\n  I'm bigger and better, forget about deffer\n  Every time i rocked the mic, i left a\n  Stain in your brain that will remain\n  Stuck in the back of your brain till you see me\n  Again, respect, i come correct\n  The rhymes i select are nothing short of\n  Vernacular's pure and i can insure\n  Life od death with my breath, my voice is a cure\n  I heal life from the words i spread\n  I'll make a sick man rock on his death bed\n  Sucker mc's, i'll make your girl say \"ow\"\n  She's jockin'\n\n  How ya like me now (x2)\n\n  It irked my nerve\n  When i heard\n  A sucker rapper that i know i'll serve\n  Run around town sayin' he is the best\n  Is that a test?\n  I'm not impressed\n  Get real, you're nothin' but a toy\n  Don't ya know i'll serve that boy\n  Just like a waiter\n  Hit'em with a place of\n  These fresh rhymes and\n  Make sure that he\n  Pays the bill, and leave him standin' still\n  When he's had enough, hit him with a refil\n  And for dessert it won't be no ice cream\n  I'm just gonna splatter and shatter his pipe dream\n  Make him feel the wrath, beat him and laugh\n  Then when i finish them, i'm gonna ask him\n  Who's the bests, and if he don't say moe dee\n\n  I'll take my whip and make him call himself toby\n  Put him on punishment just like a child, then ask\n\n  How ya like me now\n\n  Whip him good, then i'll make him sweat\n  Talkin' about battles and never had a battle yet\n  But if we ever did\n\n  How could you beat me\n  You're so petrified\n  Even scared to meet me\n  My word's the law\n  That's why you don't beef\n  You're nothing but a punk, track star, and a thief\n  So i'm puttin' you on punishment\n  Just like a child\n  Never touch another mic\n\n  How ya like me now (x2)\n\n  I could continue\n  There's more on the menu\n  But relax 'cos i'm so far in you\n  You had enough\n  I know you're overstuffed\n  If i keep going\n  You'll be throwin' up\n  Old rhymes i used to say\n  Back in the day\n  When you used to me\n\n  To my parties and pay\n  Nobody's ever gonna rack me\n  This i vow\n  So all i wanna say is\n\n  How ya like me now (x2)\n\n  How ya like me now (fade out with echo)\n"},{"id":19663399,"name":"How Ya Like Me Now","trackName":"How Ya Like Me Now","artistName":"Kool Moe Dee","albumName":"How Ya Like Me Now","duration":227.399833,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I throw my tape on\nAnd i watch ya\nThree second later\nI got ya shakin' your head\nDancin' instead of sittin'\nThe rhymes kick\nThe beats hittin' you\nJust like a home run\nSlammin' like a slam dunk\nRiding the wave that james brown gave funk\nIt happened to james like it happened to me\nHow you think i feel to see another mc\nGettin' paid usin' my rap style\nAnd i'm playn' the background meanwhile\nI ain't with that\nYou can forget that\nYou took my style\nI'm takin' it back\nI'm come back like \"return of the jedi\"\nSucker mc's in the place that said i\nCould only rock rhymes\nOnly rock crowds\nBut never rock records\n\nHow ya like me now (x2)\n\nNow brothers are riding me\nLike a pony\nI'm no phony\nI'm the only real micaroni\nPlayin' the mic like it's supposed to be played\nNew jacks, you all shoulda stayed out of the business\nWhat is this, amateur night at the apollo?\nGet off this stage, i'm in a rage\nI'm like a lion that's been trapped in a cage\nI'm the real king, rap is a jungle\nI never understood, how could one go\nTo a party, watch me, stand around and jock me\nBecome a rapper, then try to rock me\nScheming like a demon, you're screamin' and dreamin'\nI'm from the old school, i used to see men\nDies for less, but i'm not living that way\nI'll let my mic do the talkin'\nAnd let the music play\n\nHow ya like me now (x2)\n\nRap is an art\nAnd i'm a picasso\nBut of course\nWhy else would you try so\nHard to paint a picture, and try to get ya\nSelf in my shoes, but they won't fit ya\nI'm bigger and better, forget about deffer\nEvery time i rocked the mic, i left a\nStain in your brain that will remain\nStuck in the back of your brain till you see me\nAgain, respect, i come correct\nThe rhymes i select are nothing short of\nVernacular's pure and i can insure\nLife od death with my breath, my voice is a cure\nI heal life from the words i spread\nI'll make a sick man rock on his death bed\nSucker mc's, i'll make your girl say \"ow\"\nShe's jockin'\n\nHow ya like me now (x2)\n\nIt irked my nerve\nWhen i heard\nA sucker rapper that i know i'll serve\nRun around town sayin' he is the best\nIs that a test?\nI'm not impressed\nGet real, you're nothin' but a toy\nDon't ya know i'll serve that boy\nJust like a waiter\nHit'em with a place of\nThese fresh rhymes and\nMake sure that he\nPays the bill, and leave him standin' still\nWhen he's had enough, hit him with a refil\nAnd for dessert it won't be no ice cream\nI'm just gonna splatter and shatter his pipe dream\nMake him feel the wrath, beat him and laugh\nThen when i finish them, i'm gonna ask him\nWho's the bests, and if he don't say moe dee\n\nI'll take my whip and make him call himself toby\nPut him on punishment just like a child, then ask\n\nHow ya like me now\n\nWhip him good, then i'll make him sweat\nTalkin' about battles and never had a battle yet\nBut if we ever did\n\nHow could you beat me\nYou're so petrified\nEven scared to meet me\nMy word's the law\nThat's why you don't beef\nYou're nothing but a punk, track star, and a thief\nSo i'm puttin' you on punishment\nJust like a child\nNever touch another mic\n\nHow ya like me now (x2)\n\nI could continue\nThere's more on the menu\nBut relax 'cos i'm so far in you\nYou had enough\nI know you're overstuffed\nIf i keep going\nYou'll be throwin' up\nOld rhymes i used to say\nBack in the day\nWhen you used to me\n\nTo my parties and pay\nNobody's ever gonna rack me\nThis i vow\nSo all i wanna say is\n\nHow ya like me now (x2)\n\nHow ya like me now (fade out with echo)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: How Ya Like Me Now\n  artist: Kool Moe Dee\n  album: How Ya Like Me Now\n  duration_ms: 227400\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I throw my tape on\n  And i watch ya\n  Three second later\n  I got ya shakin' your head\n  Dancin' instead of sittin'\n  The rhymes kick\n  The beats hittin' you\n  Just like a home run\n  Slammin' like a slam dunk\n  Riding the wave that james brown gave funk\n  It happened to james like it happened to me\n  How you think i feel to see another mc\n  Gettin' paid usin' my rap style\n  And i'm playn' the background meanwhile\n  I ain't with that\n  You can forget that\n  You took my style\n  I'm takin' it back\n  I'm come back like \"return of the jedi\"\n  Sucker mc's in the place that said i\n  Could only rock rhymes\n  Only rock crowds\n  But never rock records\n\n  How ya like me now (x2)\n\n  Now brothers are riding me\n  Like a pony\n  I'm no phony\n  I'm the only real micaroni\n  Playin' the mic like it's supposed to be played\n  New jacks, you all shoulda stayed out of the business\n  What is this, amateur night at the apollo?\n  Get off this stage, i'm in a rage\n  I'm like a lion that's been trapped in a cage\n  I'm the real king, rap is a jungle\n  I never understood, how could one go\n  To a party, watch me, stand around and jock me\n  Become a rapper, then try to rock me\n  Scheming like a demon, you're screamin' and dreamin'\n  I'm from the old school, i used to see men\n  Dies for less, but i'm not living that way\n  I'll let my mic do the talkin'\n  And let the music play\n\n  How ya like me now (x2)\n\n  Rap is an art\n  And i'm a picasso\n  But of course\n  Why else would you try so\n  Hard to paint a picture, and try to get ya\n  Self in my shoes, but they won't fit ya\n  I'm bigger and better, forget about deffer\n  Every time i rocked the mic, i left a\n  Stain in your brain that will remain\n  Stuck in the back of your brain till you see me\n  Again, respect, i come correct\n  The rhymes i select are nothing short of\n  Vernacular's pure and i can insure\n  Life od death with my breath, my voice is a cure\n  I heal life from the words i spread\n  I'll make a sick man rock on his death bed\n  Sucker mc's, i'll make your girl say \"ow\"\n  She's jockin'\n\n  How ya like me now (x2)\n\n  It irked my nerve\n  When i heard\n  A sucker rapper that i know i'll serve\n  Run around town sayin' he is the best\n  Is that a test?\n  I'm not impressed\n  Get real, you're nothin' but a toy\n  Don't ya know i'll serve that boy\n  Just like a waiter\n  Hit'em with a place of\n  These fresh rhymes and\n  Make sure that he\n  Pays the bill, and leave him standin' still\n  When he's had enough, hit him with a refil\n  And for dessert it won't be no ice cream\n  I'm just gonna splatter and shatter his pipe dream\n  Make him feel the wrath, beat him and laugh\n  Then when i finish them, i'm gonna ask him\n  Who's the bests, and if he don't say moe dee\n\n  I'll take my whip and make him call himself toby\n  Put him on punishment just like a child, then ask\n\n  How ya like me now\n\n  Whip him good, then i'll make him sweat\n  Talkin' about battles and never had a battle yet\n  But if we ever did\n\n  How could you beat me\n  You're so petrified\n  Even scared to meet me\n  My word's the law\n  That's why you don't beef\n  You're nothing but a punk, track star, and a thief\n  So i'm puttin' you on punishment\n  Just like a child\n  Never touch another mic\n\n  How ya like me now (x2)\n\n  I could continue\n  There's more on the menu\n  But relax 'cos i'm so far in you\n  You had enough\n  I know you're overstuffed\n  If i keep going\n  You'll be throwin' up\n  Old rhymes i used to say\n  Back in the day\n  When you used to me\n\n  To my parties and pay\n  Nobody's ever gonna rack me\n  This i vow\n  So all i wanna say is\n\n  How ya like me now (x2)\n\n  How ya like me now (fade out with echo)\n"},{"id":18874324,"name":"How Ya Like Me Now","trackName":"How Ya Like Me Now","artistName":"Kool Moe Dee","albumName":"How Ya Like Me Now","duration":234.8231168,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I throw my tape on\nAnd i watch ya\nThree second later\nI got ya shakin' your head\nDancin' instead of sittin'\nThe rhymes kick\nThe beats hittin' you\nJust like a home run\nSlammin' like a slam dunk\nRiding the wave that james brown gave funk\nIt happened to james like it happened to me\nHow you think i feel to see another mc\nGettin' paid usin' my rap style\nAnd i'm playn' the background meanwhile\nI ain't with that\nYou can forget that\nYou took my style\nI'm takin' it back\nI'm come back like \"return of the jedi\"\nSucker mc's in the place that said i\nCould only rock rhymes\nOnly rock crowds\nBut never rock records\n\nHow ya like me now (x2)\n\nNow brothers are riding me\nLike a pony\nI'm no phony\nI'm the only real micaroni\nPlayin' the mic like it's supposed to be played\nNew jacks, you all shoulda stayed out of the business\nWhat is this, amateur night at the apollo?\nGet off this stage, i'm in a rage\nI'm like a lion that's been trapped in a cage\nI'm the real king, rap is a jungle\nI never understood, how could one go\nTo a party, watch me, stand around and jock me\nBecome a rapper, then try to rock me\nScheming like a demon, you're screamin' and dreamin'\nI'm from the old school, i used to see men\nDies for less, but i'm not living that way\nI'll let my mic do the talkin'\nAnd let the music play\n\nHow ya like me now (x2)\n\nRap is an art\nAnd i'm a picasso\nBut of course\nWhy else would you try so\nHard to paint a picture, and try to get ya\nSelf in my shoes, but they won't fit ya\nI'm bigger and better, forget about deffer\nEvery time i rocked the mic, i left a\nStain in your brain that will remain\nStuck in the back of your brain till you see me\nAgain, respect, i come correct\nThe rhymes i select are nothing short of\nVernacular's pure and i can insure\nLife od death with my breath, my voice is a cure\nI heal life from the words i spread\nI'll make a sick man rock on his death bed\nSucker mc's, i'll make your girl say \"ow\"\nShe's jockin'\n\nHow ya like me now (x2)\n\nIt irked my nerve\nWhen i heard\nA sucker rapper that i know i'll serve\nRun around town sayin' he is the best\nIs that a test?\nI'm not impressed\nGet real, you're nothin' but a toy\nDon't ya know i'll serve that boy\nJust like a waiter\nHit'em with a place of\nThese fresh rhymes and\nMake sure that he\nPays the bill, and leave him standin' still\nWhen he's had enough, hit him with a refil\nAnd for dessert it won't be no ice cream\nI'm just gonna splatter and shatter his pipe dream\nMake him feel the wrath, beat him and laugh\nThen when i finish them, i'm gonna ask him\nWho's the bests, and if he don't say moe dee\n\nI'll take my whip and make him call himself toby\nPut him on punishment just like a child, then ask\n\nHow ya like me now\n\nWhip him good, then i'll make him sweat\nTalkin' about battles and never had a battle yet\nBut if we ever did\n\nHow could you beat me\nYou're so petrified\nEven scared to meet me\nMy word's the law\nThat's why you don't beef\nYou're nothing but a punk, track star, and a thief\nSo i'm puttin' you on punishment\nJust like a child\nNever touch another mic\n\nHow ya like me now (x2)\n\nI could continue\nThere's more on the menu\nBut relax 'cos i'm so far in you\nYou had enough\nI know you're overstuffed\nIf i keep going\nYou'll be throwin' up\nOld rhymes i used to say\nBack in the day\nWhen you used to me\n\nTo my parties and pay\nNobody's ever gonna rack me\nThis i vow\nSo all i wanna say is\n\nHow ya like me now (x2)\n\nHow ya like me now (fade out with echo)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: How Ya Like Me Now\n  artist: Kool Moe Dee\n  album: How Ya Like Me Now\n  duration_ms: 234823\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I throw my tape on\n  And i watch ya\n  Three second later\n  I got ya shakin' your head\n  Dancin' instead of sittin'\n  The rhymes kick\n  The beats hittin' you\n  Just like a home run\n  Slammin' like a slam dunk\n  Riding the wave that james brown gave funk\n  It happened to james like it happened to me\n  How you think i feel to see another mc\n  Gettin' paid usin' my rap style\n  And i'm playn' the background meanwhile\n  I ain't with that\n  You can forget that\n  You took my style\n  I'm takin' it back\n  I'm come back like \"return of the jedi\"\n  Sucker mc's in the place that said i\n  Could only rock rhymes\n  Only rock crowds\n  But never rock records\n\n  How ya like me now (x2)\n\n  Now brothers are riding me\n  Like a pony\n  I'm no phony\n  I'm the only real micaroni\n  Playin' the mic like it's supposed to be played\n  New jacks, you all shoulda stayed out of the business\n  What is this, amateur night at the apollo?\n  Get off this stage, i'm in a rage\n  I'm like a lion that's been trapped in a cage\n  I'm the real king, rap is a jungle\n  I never understood, how could one go\n  To a party, watch me, stand around and jock me\n  Become a rapper, then try to rock me\n  Scheming like a demon, you're screamin' and dreamin'\n  I'm from the old school, i used to see men\n  Dies for less, but i'm not living that way\n  I'll let my mic do the talkin'\n  And let the music play\n\n  How ya like me now (x2)\n\n  Rap is an art\n  And i'm a picasso\n  But of course\n  Why else would you try so\n  Hard to paint a picture, and try to get ya\n  Self in my shoes, but they won't fit ya\n  I'm bigger and better, forget about deffer\n  Every time i rocked the mic, i left a\n  Stain in your brain that will remain\n  Stuck in the back of your brain till you see me\n  Again, respect, i come correct\n  The rhymes i select are nothing short of\n  Vernacular's pure and i can insure\n  Life od death with my breath, my voice is a cure\n  I heal life from the words i spread\n  I'll make a sick man rock on his death bed\n  Sucker mc's, i'll make your girl say \"ow\"\n  She's jockin'\n\n  How ya like me now (x2)\n\n  It irked my nerve\n  When i heard\n  A sucker rapper that i know i'll serve\n  Run around town sayin' he is the best\n  Is that a test?\n  I'm not impressed\n  Get real, you're nothin' but a toy\n  Don't ya know i'll serve that boy\n  Just like a waiter\n  Hit'em with a place of\n  These fresh rhymes and\n  Make sure that he\n  Pays the bill, and leave him standin' still\n  When he's had enough, hit him with a refil\n  And for dessert it won't be no ice cream\n  I'm just gonna splatter and shatter his pipe dream\n  Make him feel the wrath, beat him and laugh\n  Then when i finish them, i'm gonna ask him\n  Who's the bests, and if he don't say moe dee\n\n  I'll take my whip and make him call himself toby\n  Put him on punishment just like a child, then ask\n\n  How ya like me now\n\n  Whip him good, then i'll make him sweat\n  Talkin' about battles and never had a battle yet\n  But if we ever did\n\n  How could you beat me\n  You're so petrified\n  Even scared to meet me\n  My word's the law\n  That's why you don't beef\n  You're nothing but a punk, track star, and a thief\n  So i'm puttin' you on punishment\n  Just like a child\n  Never touch another mic\n\n  How ya like me now (x2)\n\n  I could continue\n  There's more on the menu\n  But relax 'cos i'm so far in you\n  You had enough\n  I know you're overstuffed\n  If i keep going\n  You'll be throwin' up\n  Old rhymes i used to say\n  Back in the day\n  When you used to me\n\n  To my parties and pay\n  Nobody's ever gonna rack me\n  This i vow\n  So all i wanna say is\n\n  How ya like me now (x2)\n\n  How ya like me now (fade out with echo)\n"},{"id":23517962,"name":"How Ya Like Me Now","trackName":"How Ya Like Me Now","artistName":"Kool Moe Dee","albumName":"How Ya Like Me Now","duration":239.960816,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I throw my tape on\nAnd i watch ya\nThree second later\nI got ya shakin' your head\nDancin' instead of sittin'\nThe rhymes kick\nThe beats hittin' you\nJust like a home run\nSlammin' like a slam dunk\nRiding the wave that james brown gave funk\nIt happened to james like it happened to me\nHow you think i feel to see another mc\nGettin' paid usin' my rap style\nAnd i'm playn' the background meanwhile\nI ain't with that\nYou can forget that\nYou took my style\nI'm takin' it back\nI'm come back like \"return of the jedi\"\nSucker mc's in the place that said i\nCould only rock rhymes\nOnly rock crowds\nBut never rock records\n\nHow ya like me now (x2)\n\nNow brothers are riding me\nLike a pony\nI'm no phony\nI'm the only real micaroni\nPlayin' the mic like it's supposed to be played\nNew jacks, you all shoulda stayed out of the business\nWhat is this, amateur night at the apollo?\nGet off this stage, i'm in a rage\nI'm like a lion that's been trapped in a cage\nI'm the real king, rap is a jungle\nI never understood, how could one go\nTo a party, watch me, stand around and jock me\nBecome a rapper, then try to rock me\nScheming like a demon, you're screamin' and dreamin'\nI'm from the old school, i used to see men\nDies for less, but i'm not living that way\nI'll let my mic do the talkin'\nAnd let the music play\n\nHow ya like me now (x2)\n\nRap is an art\nAnd i'm a picasso\nBut of course\nWhy else would you try so\nHard to paint a picture, and try to get ya\nSelf in my shoes, but they won't fit ya\nI'm bigger and better, forget about deffer\nEvery time i rocked the mic, i left a\nStain in your brain that will remain\nStuck in the back of your brain till you see me\nAgain, respect, i come correct\nThe rhymes i select are nothing short of\nVernacular's pure and i can insure\nLife od death with my breath, my voice is a cure\nI heal life from the words i spread\nI'll make a sick man rock on his death bed\nSucker mc's, i'll make your girl say \"ow\"\nShe's jockin'\n\nHow ya like me now (x2)\n\nIt irked my nerve\nWhen i heard\nA sucker rapper that i know i'll serve\nRun around town sayin' he is the best\nIs that a test?\nI'm not impressed\nGet real, you're nothin' but a toy\nDon't ya know i'll serve that boy\nJust like a waiter\nHit'em with a place of\nThese fresh rhymes and\nMake sure that he\nPays the bill, and leave him standin' still\nWhen he's had enough, hit him with a refil\nAnd for dessert it won't be no ice cream\nI'm just gonna splatter and shatter his pipe dream\nMake him feel the wrath, beat him and laugh\nThen when i finish them, i'm gonna ask him\nWho's the bests, and if he don't say moe dee\n\nI'll take my whip and make him call himself toby\nPut him on punishment just like a child, then ask\n\nHow ya like me now\n\nWhip him good, then i'll make him sweat\nTalkin' about battles and never had a battle yet\nBut if we ever did\n\nHow could you beat me\nYou're so petrified\nEven scared to meet me\nMy word's the law\nThat's why you don't beef\nYou're nothing but a punk, track star, and a thief\nSo i'm puttin' you on punishment\nJust like a child\nNever touch another mic\n\nHow ya like me now (x2)\n\nI could continue\nThere's more on the menu\nBut relax 'cos i'm so far in you\nYou had enough\nI know you're overstuffed\nIf i keep going\nYou'll be throwin' up\nOld rhymes i used to say\nBack in the day\nWhen you used to me\n\nTo my parties and pay\nNobody's ever gonna rack me\nThis i vow\nSo all i wanna say is\n\nHow ya like me now (x2)\n\nHow ya like me now (fade out with echo)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: How Ya Like Me Now\n  artist: Kool Moe Dee\n  album: How Ya Like Me Now\n  duration_ms: 239961\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I throw my tape on\n  And i watch ya\n  Three second later\n  I got ya shakin' your head\n  Dancin' instead of sittin'\n  The rhymes kick\n  The beats hittin' you\n  Just like a home run\n  Slammin' like a slam dunk\n  Riding the wave that james brown gave funk\n  It happened to james like it happened to me\n  How you think i feel to see another mc\n  Gettin' paid usin' my rap style\n  And i'm playn' the background meanwhile\n  I ain't with that\n  You can forget that\n  You took my style\n  I'm takin' it back\n  I'm come back like \"return of the jedi\"\n  Sucker mc's in the place that said i\n  Could only rock rhymes\n  Only rock crowds\n  But never rock records\n\n  How ya like me now (x2)\n\n  Now brothers are riding me\n  Like a pony\n  I'm no phony\n  I'm the only real micaroni\n  Playin' the mic like it's supposed to be played\n  New jacks, you all shoulda stayed out of the business\n  What is this, amateur night at the apollo?\n  Get off this stage, i'm in a rage\n  I'm like a lion that's been trapped in a cage\n  I'm the real king, rap is a jungle\n  I never understood, how could one go\n  To a party, watch me, stand around and jock me\n  Become a rapper, then try to rock me\n  Scheming like a demon, you're screamin' and dreamin'\n  I'm from the old school, i used to see men\n  Dies for less, but i'm not living that way\n  I'll let my mic do the talkin'\n  And let the music play\n\n  How ya like me now (x2)\n\n  Rap is an art\n  And i'm a picasso\n  But of course\n  Why else would you try so\n  Hard to paint a picture, and try to get ya\n  Self in my shoes, but they won't fit ya\n  I'm bigger and better, forget about deffer\n  Every time i rocked the mic, i left a\n  Stain in your brain that will remain\n  Stuck in the back of your brain till you see me\n  Again, respect, i come correct\n  The rhymes i select are nothing short of\n  Vernacular's pure and i can insure\n  Life od death with my breath, my voice is a cure\n  I heal life from the words i spread\n  I'll make a sick man rock on his death bed\n  Sucker mc's, i'll make your girl say \"ow\"\n  She's jockin'\n\n  How ya like me now (x2)\n\n  It irked my nerve\n  When i heard\n  A sucker rapper that i know i'll serve\n  Run around town sayin' he is the best\n  Is that a test?\n  I'm not impressed\n  Get real, you're nothin' but a toy\n  Don't ya know i'll serve that boy\n  Just like a waiter\n  Hit'em with a place of\n  These fresh rhymes and\n  Make sure that he\n  Pays the bill, and leave him standin' still\n  When he's had enough, hit him with a refil\n  And for dessert it won't be no ice cream\n  I'm just gonna splatter and shatter his pipe dream\n  Make him feel the wrath, beat him and laugh\n  Then when i finish them, i'm gonna ask him\n  Who's the bests, and if he don't say moe dee\n\n  I'll take my whip and make him call himself toby\n  Put him on punishment just like a child, then ask\n\n  How ya like me now\n\n  Whip him good, then i'll make him sweat\n  Talkin' about battles and never had a battle yet\n  But if we ever did\n\n  How could you beat me\n  You're so petrified\n  Even scared to meet me\n  My word's the law\n  That's why you don't beef\n  You're nothing but a punk, track star, and a thief\n  So i'm puttin' you on punishment\n  Just like a child\n  Never touch another mic\n\n  How ya like me now (x2)\n\n  I could continue\n  There's more on the menu\n  But relax 'cos i'm so far in you\n  You had enough\n  I know you're overstuffed\n  If i keep going\n  You'll be throwin' up\n  Old rhymes i used to say\n  Back in the day\n  When you used to me\n\n  To my parties and pay\n  Nobody's ever gonna rack me\n  This i vow\n  So all i wanna say is\n\n  How ya like me now (x2)\n\n  How ya like me now (fade out with echo)\n"},{"id":22535123,"name":"How Ya Like Me Now","trackName":"How Ya Like Me Now","artistName":"Kool Moe Dee","albumName":"How Ya Like Me Now","duration":332.8064,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I throw my tape on\nAnd i watch ya\nThree second later\nI got ya shakin' your head\nDancin' instead of sittin'\nThe rhymes kick\nThe beats hittin' you\nJust like a home run\nSlammin' like a slam dunk\nRiding the wave that james brown gave funk\nIt happened to james like it happened to me\nHow you think i feel to see another mc\nGettin' paid usin' my rap style\nAnd i'm playn' the background meanwhile\nI ain't with that\nYou can forget that\nYou took my style\nI'm takin' it back\nI'm come back like \"return of the jedi\"\nSucker mc's in the place that said i\nCould only rock rhymes\nOnly rock crowds\nBut never rock records\n\nHow ya like me now (x2)\n\nNow brothers are riding me\nLike a pony\nI'm no phony\nI'm the only real micaroni\nPlayin' the mic like it's supposed to be played\nNew jacks, you all shoulda stayed out of the business\nWhat is this, amateur night at the apollo?\nGet off this stage, i'm in a rage\nI'm like a lion that's been trapped in a cage\nI'm the real king, rap is a jungle\nI never understood, how could one go\nTo a party, watch me, stand around and jock me\nBecome a rapper, then try to rock me\nScheming like a demon, you're screamin' and dreamin'\nI'm from the old school, i used to see men\nDies for less, but i'm not living that way\nI'll let my mic do the talkin'\nAnd let the music play\n\nHow ya like me now (x2)\n\nRap is an art\nAnd i'm a picasso\nBut of course\nWhy else would you try so\nHard to paint a picture, and try to get ya\nSelf in my shoes, but they won't fit ya\nI'm bigger and better, forget about deffer\nEvery time i rocked the mic, i left a\nStain in your brain that will remain\nStuck in the back of your brain till you see me\nAgain, respect, i come correct\nThe rhymes i select are nothing short of\nVernacular's pure and i can insure\nLife od death with my breath, my voice is a cure\nI heal life from the words i spread\nI'll make a sick man rock on his death bed\nSucker mc's, i'll make your girl say \"ow\"\nShe's jockin'\n\nHow ya like me now (x2)\n\nIt irked my nerve\nWhen i heard\nA sucker rapper that i know i'll serve\nRun around town sayin' he is the best\nIs that a test?\nI'm not impressed\nGet real, you're nothin' but a toy\nDon't ya know i'll serve that boy\nJust like a waiter\nHit'em with a place of\nThese fresh rhymes and\nMake sure that he\nPays the bill, and leave him standin' still\nWhen he's had enough, hit him with a refil\nAnd for dessert it won't be no ice cream\nI'm just gonna splatter and shatter his pipe dream\nMake him feel the wrath, beat him and laugh\nThen when i finish them, i'm gonna ask him\nWho's the bests, and if he don't say moe dee\n\nI'll take my whip and make him call himself toby\nPut him on punishment just like a child, then ask\n\nHow ya like me now\n\nWhip him good, then i'll make him sweat\nTalkin' about battles and never had a battle yet\nBut if we ever did\n\nHow could you beat me\nYou're so petrified\nEven scared to meet me\nMy word's the law\nThat's why you don't beef\nYou're nothing but a punk, track star, and a thief\nSo i'm puttin' you on punishment\nJust like a child\nNever touch another mic\n\nHow ya like me now (x2)\n\nI could continue\nThere's more on the menu\nBut relax 'cos i'm so far in you\nYou had enough\nI know you're overstuffed\nIf i keep going\nYou'll be throwin' up\nOld rhymes i used to say\nBack in the day\nWhen you used to me\n\nTo my parties and pay\nNobody's ever gonna rack me\nThis i vow\nSo all i wanna say is\n\nHow ya like me now (x2)\n\nHow ya like me now (fade out with echo)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: How Ya Like Me Now\n  artist: Kool Moe Dee\n  album: How Ya Like Me Now\n  duration_ms: 332806\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I throw my tape on\n  And i watch ya\n  Three second later\n  I got ya shakin' your head\n  Dancin' instead of sittin'\n  The rhymes kick\n  The beats hittin' you\n  Just like a home run\n  Slammin' like a slam dunk\n  Riding the wave that james brown gave funk\n  It happened to james like it happened to me\n  How you think i feel to see another mc\n  Gettin' paid usin' my rap style\n  And i'm playn' the background meanwhile\n  I ain't with that\n  You can forget that\n  You took my style\n  I'm takin' it back\n  I'm come back like \"return of the jedi\"\n  Sucker mc's in the place that said i\n  Could only rock rhymes\n  Only rock crowds\n  But never rock records\n\n  How ya like me now (x2)\n\n  Now brothers are riding me\n  Like a pony\n  I'm no phony\n  I'm the only real micaroni\n  Playin' the mic like it's supposed to be played\n  New jacks, you all shoulda stayed out of the business\n  What is this, amateur night at the apollo?\n  Get off this stage, i'm in a rage\n  I'm like a lion that's been trapped in a cage\n  I'm the real king, rap is a jungle\n  I never understood, how could one go\n  To a party, watch me, stand around and jock me\n  Become a rapper, then try to rock me\n  Scheming like a demon, you're screamin' and dreamin'\n  I'm from the old school, i used to see men\n  Dies for less, but i'm not living that way\n  I'll let my mic do the talkin'\n  And let the music play\n\n  How ya like me now (x2)\n\n  Rap is an art\n  And i'm a picasso\n  But of course\n  Why else would you try so\n  Hard to paint a picture, and try to get ya\n  Self in my shoes, but they won't fit ya\n  I'm bigger and better, forget about deffer\n  Every time i rocked the mic, i left a\n  Stain in your brain that will remain\n  Stuck in the back of your brain till you see me\n  Again, respect, i come correct\n  The rhymes i select are nothing short of\n  Vernacular's pure and i can insure\n  Life od death with my breath, my voice is a cure\n  I heal life from the words i spread\n  I'll make a sick man rock on his death bed\n  Sucker mc's, i'll make your girl say \"ow\"\n  She's jockin'\n\n  How ya like me now (x2)\n\n  It irked my nerve\n  When i heard\n  A sucker rapper that i know i'll serve\n  Run around town sayin' he is the best\n  Is that a test?\n  I'm not impressed\n  Get real, you're nothin' but a toy\n  Don't ya know i'll serve that boy\n  Just like a waiter\n  Hit'em with a place of\n  These fresh rhymes and\n  Make sure that he\n  Pays the bill, and leave him standin' still\n  When he's had enough, hit him with a refil\n  And for dessert it won't be no ice cream\n  I'm just gonna splatter and shatter his pipe dream\n  Make him feel the wrath, beat him and laugh\n  Then when i finish them, i'm gonna ask him\n  Who's the bests, and if he don't say moe dee\n\n  I'll take my whip and make him call himself toby\n  Put him on punishment just like a child, then ask\n\n  How ya like me now\n\n  Whip him good, then i'll make him sweat\n  Talkin' about battles and never had a battle yet\n  But if we ever did\n\n  How could you beat me\n  You're so petrified\n  Even scared to meet me\n  My word's the law\n  That's why you don't beef\n  You're nothing but a punk, track star, and a thief\n  So i'm puttin' you on punishment\n  Just like a child\n  Never touch another mic\n\n  How ya like me now (x2)\n\n  I could continue\n  There's more on the menu\n  But relax 'cos i'm so far in you\n  You had enough\n  I know you're overstuffed\n  If i keep going\n  You'll be throwin' up\n  Old rhymes i used to say\n  Back in the day\n  When you used to me\n\n  To my parties and pay\n  Nobody's ever gonna rack me\n  This i vow\n  So all i wanna say is\n\n  How ya like me now (x2)\n\n  How ya like me now (fade out with echo)\n"},{"id":24485615,"name":"How Ya Like Me Now","trackName":"How Ya Like Me Now","artistName":"Kool Moe Dee","albumName":"How Ya Like Me Now","duration":294.9114,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(All aboard the night train)\nI throw my tape on, then I watch ya\nThree seconds later, I got ya\nShakin' your head, dancin' instead of sittin'\nThe rhymes kick, the beat's hittin' you\nJust like a home run, slammin' like a slam dunk\nRiding the wave James Brown gave funk\nIt happened to James like it happened to me\nHow you think it feel to see another MC get paid\nUsin' my rap style?\nAnd I'm playin' the background, meanwhile\nI ain't with that, you can't forget that\nYou took my style, I'm takin' it back\nComin' back, like \"Return of the Jedi\"\nSucker MCs in the place that said I\nCould only rock rhymes and only rock crowds\nBut never rock records, how ya like me now?\nHow ya like me now?\nNow brothers are riding me like a pony\nI'm no phony, I'm the only real mic-aroni\nPlayin' the mic like it's supposed to be played\nNew jacks, you all shoulda stayed\nOut of the business, what is this\nAmateur night at the Apollo?\nGet off this stage, I'm in rage\nJust like a lion trapped inside of a cage\nI'm the real king, rap is a jungle\nI never understood, how could one go\nTo a party, watch me, stand around and jock me\nBecome a rapper, then try to rock me?\nSchemin' like a demon, you're screamin' and dreamin'\nI'm from the old school, I used to see men\nDie for less, but I'm not living that way\nI'll let my mic do the talkin'\nAnd let the music play\nHow ya like me now?\nRap is an art and I'm like Picasso\nBut of course, why else would you try so\nHard to paint a picture, and try to get ya\nSelf in my shoes, but they won't fit ya\nI'm bigger and better, forget about deffer\nEvery time I rocked the mic, I left a\nStain in your brain that will remain\nStuck in the back of your brain\nUntil you see me again, respect, I come correct\nThe rhymes I select are nothing short of perfect\nVernacular's pure and I can ensure\nLife or death with my breath, my voice is a cure\nI feel life from the words I spread\nI'll make a sick man rock on his death bed\nSucker MCs, I'll make your girl say, \"Ow\"\nAnd she's jockin', now how ya like me now?\nHow ya like me now?\nIt irked my nerve when I heard\nA sucker rapper that I know I'll serve\nRun around town sayin' he is the best\nIs that a test? I'm not impressed\nGet real, you're nothing but a toy\nDon't ya know that I'll serve that boy?\nJust like a waiter, hit 'em with a plate of\nThese fresh rhymes\nAnd make sure that he pay the, pay the, pay the bill\nAnd leave him standin' still\nAnd when he's had enough, hit him with a refill\nAnd for dessert it won't be no ice cream\nI'm just gonna shatter and splatter his pipe dreams\nMake him feel the wrath, beat him down, and laugh\nAnd when I finish, then I'm gonna ask him\n\"Who is the best?\" And if he don't say, \"Moe Dee\"\nI'll take my whip and make him call himself Toby\nWhip him good, then I'll make him sweat\nAlways talkin' about battles but ain't never had a battle yet\nBut if we ever did, how could he beat me?\nHe's so petrified, he's scared to even meet me\nMy word's the law, that's why you don't beef\nYou're nothing but a punk, track star, and a thief\nSo I'm puttin' you on punishment, just like a child\nNever touch another mic, how ya like me now?\nHow ya like me now?\nI could continue, there's more on the menu\nBut I'll relax 'cause I'm so far in you\nYou had enough, I know you're overstuffed\nAnd if I keep going, you'll be throwin' up\nOld rhymes I used to say way back in the day\nWhen you used to come to my parties and pay\nNobody's ever gonna rock me and this I vow\nSo all I wanna say is how ya like me now?\nHow ya like me now?\nHow ya like me now?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: How Ya Like Me Now\n  artist: Kool Moe Dee\n  album: How Ya Like Me Now\n  duration_ms: 294911\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (All aboard the night train)\n  I throw my tape on, then I watch ya\n  Three seconds later, I got ya\n  Shakin' your head, dancin' instead of sittin'\n  The rhymes kick, the beat's hittin' you\n  Just like a home run, slammin' like a slam dunk\n  Riding the wave James Brown gave funk\n  It happened to James like it happened to me\n  How you think it feel to see another MC get paid\n  Usin' my rap style?\n  And I'm playin' the background, meanwhile\n  I ain't with that, you can't forget that\n  You took my style, I'm takin' it back\n  Comin' back, like \"Return of the Jedi\"\n  Sucker MCs in the place that said I\n  Could only rock rhymes and only rock crowds\n  But never rock records, how ya like me now?\n  How ya like me now?\n  Now brothers are riding me like a pony\n  I'm no phony, I'm the only real mic-aroni\n  Playin' the mic like it's supposed to be played\n  New jacks, you all shoulda stayed\n  Out of the business, what is this\n  Amateur night at the Apollo?\n  Get off this stage, I'm in rage\n  Just like a lion trapped inside of a cage\n  I'm the real king, rap is a jungle\n  I never understood, how could one go\n  To a party, watch me, stand around and jock me\n  Become a rapper, then try to rock me?\n  Schemin' like a demon, you're screamin' and dreamin'\n  I'm from the old school, I used to see men\n  Die for less, but I'm not living that way\n  I'll let my mic do the talkin'\n  And let the music play\n  How ya like me now?\n  Rap is an art and I'm like Picasso\n  But of course, why else would you try so\n  Hard to paint a picture, and try to get ya\n  Self in my shoes, but they won't fit ya\n  I'm bigger and better, forget about deffer\n  Every time I rocked the mic, I left a\n  Stain in your brain that will remain\n  Stuck in the back of your brain\n  Until you see me again, respect, I come correct\n  The rhymes I select are nothing short of perfect\n  Vernacular's pure and I can ensure\n  Life or death with my breath, my voice is a cure\n  I feel life from the words I spread\n  I'll make a sick man rock on his death bed\n  Sucker MCs, I'll make your girl say, \"Ow\"\n  And she's jockin', now how ya like me now?\n  How ya like me now?\n  It irked my nerve when I heard\n  A sucker rapper that I know I'll serve\n  Run around town sayin' he is the best\n  Is that a test? I'm not impressed\n  Get real, you're nothing but a toy\n  Don't ya know that I'll serve that boy?\n  Just like a waiter, hit 'em with a plate of\n  These fresh rhymes\n  And make sure that he pay the, pay the, pay the bill\n  And leave him standin' still\n  And when he's had enough, hit him with a refill\n  And for dessert it won't be no ice cream\n  I'm just gonna shatter and splatter his pipe dreams\n  Make him feel the wrath, beat him down, and laugh\n  And when I finish, then I'm gonna ask him\n  \"Who is the best?\" And if he don't say, \"Moe Dee\"\n  I'll take my whip and make him call himself Toby\n  Whip him good, then I'll make him sweat\n  Always talkin' about battles but ain't never had a battle yet\n  But if we ever did, how could he beat me?\n  He's so petrified, he's scared to even meet me\n  My word's the law, that's why you don't beef\n  You're nothing but a punk, track star, and a thief\n  So I'm puttin' you on punishment, just like a child\n  Never touch another mic, how ya like me now?\n  How ya like me now?\n  I could continue, there's more on the menu\n  But I'll relax 'cause I'm so far in you\n  You had enough, I know you're overstuffed\n  And if I keep going, you'll be throwin' up\n  Old rhymes I used to say way back in the day\n  When you used to come to my parties and pay\n  Nobody's ever gonna rock me and this I vow\n  So all I wanna say is how ya like me now?\n  How ya like me now?\n  How ya like me now?\n"},{"id":17453229,"name":"How Ya Like Me Now (single edit)","trackName":"How Ya Like Me Now (single edit)","artistName":"Kool Moe Dee","albumName":"How Ya Like Me Now","duration":237.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I throw my tape on\nAnd I watch ya\nThree second later\nI got ya, shakin' your head\nDancin' instead of sittin'\nThe rhymes kick\nThe beats hittin' you\nJust like a home run\nSlammin' like a slam dunk\nRiding the wave that James Brown gave funk\nIt happened to James, like it happened to me\nHow you think I feel to see another MC\nGettin' paid, usin' my rap style\nAnd I'm playn' the background meanwhile\nI ain't with that\nYou can forget that\nYou took my style\nI'm takin' it back\nI'm come back like \"Return of the Jedi\"\nSucker MC's in the place that said I\nCould only rock rhymes\nOnly rock crowds\nBut never rock records\n\nHow ya like me now Now brothers are riding me\nLike a pony\nI'm no phony\nI'm the only real micaroni\nPlayin' the mic like it's supposed to be played\nNew jacks, you all shoulda stayed out of the business\nWhat is this, amateur night at the Apollo?\nGet off this stage, I'm in a rage\nI'm like a lion that's been trapped in a cage\nI'm the real king, rap is a jungle\nI never understood, how could one go\nTo a party, watch me, stand around and jock me\nBecome a rapper, then try to rock me\nScheming like a demon, you're screamin' and dreamin'\nI'm from the old school, I used to see men\nDies for less, but I'm not living that way\nI'll let my mic do the talkin'\nAnd let the music play\n\nHow ya like me now Rap is an art\nAnd I'm a Picasso\nBut of course\nWhy else would you try so\nHard to paint a picture, and try to get ya\nSelf in my shoes, but they won't fit ya\nI'm bigger and better, forget about deffer\nEvery time I rocked the mic, I left a\nStain in your brain that will remain\nStuck in the back of your brain till you see me\nAgain, respect, I come correct\nThe rhymes I select are nothing short of\nVernacular's pure and I can insure\nLife od death with my breath, my voice is a cure\nI heal life from the words I spread\nI'll make a sick man rock on his death bed\nSucker MC's, I'll make your girl say \"ow\"\nShe's jockin'\n\nHow ya like me now It irked my nerve\nWhen I heard\nA sucker rapper that I know I'll serve\nRun around town sayin' he is the best\nIs that a test?\nI'm not impressed\nGet real, you're nothin' but a toy\nDon't ya know I'll serve that boy\nJust like a waiter\nHit'em with a place of\nThese fresh rhymes and\nMake sure that he\nPays the bill, and leave him standin' still\nWhen he's had enough, hit him with a refil\nAnd for dessert it won't be no ice cream\nI'm just gonna splatter and shatter his pipe dream\nMake him feel the wrath, beat him and laugh\nThen when I finish them, I'm gonna ask him\nWho's the bests, and if he don't say Moe Dee\nI'll take my whip and make him call himself Toby\nPut him on punishment just like a child, then ask\n\nHow ya like me now\n\nWhip him good, then I'll make him sweat\nTalkin' about battles and never had a battle yet\nBut if we ever did\nHow could you beat me\nYou're so petrified\nEven scared to meet me\nMy word's the law\nThat's why you don't beef\nYou're nothing but a punk, track star, and a thief\nSo I'm puttin' you on punishment\nJust like a child\nNever touch another mic\n\nHow ya like me now I could continue\nThere's more on the menu\nBut relax 'cos I'm so far in you\nYou had enough\nI know you're overstuffed\nIf I keep going\nYou'll be throwin' up\nOld rhymes I used to say\nBack in the day\nWhen you used to me\nTo my parties and pay\nNobody's ever gonna rack me\nThis I vow\nSo all I wanna say is\n\nHow ya like me now How ya like me now","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: How Ya Like Me Now (single edit)\n  artist: Kool Moe Dee\n  album: How Ya Like Me Now\n  duration_ms: 237000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I throw my tape on\n  And I watch ya\n  Three second later\n  I got ya, shakin' your head\n  Dancin' instead of sittin'\n  The rhymes kick\n  The beats hittin' you\n  Just like a home run\n  Slammin' like a slam dunk\n  Riding the wave that James Brown gave funk\n  It happened to James, like it happened to me\n  How you think I feel to see another MC\n  Gettin' paid, usin' my rap style\n  And I'm playn' the background meanwhile\n  I ain't with that\n  You can forget that\n  You took my style\n  I'm takin' it back\n  I'm come back like \"Return of the Jedi\"\n  Sucker MC's in the place that said I\n  Could only rock rhymes\n  Only rock crowds\n  But never rock records\n\n  How ya like me now Now brothers are riding me\n  Like a pony\n  I'm no phony\n  I'm the only real micaroni\n  Playin' the mic like it's supposed to be played\n  New jacks, you all shoulda stayed out of the business\n  What is this, amateur night at the Apollo?\n  Get off this stage, I'm in a rage\n  I'm like a lion that's been trapped in a cage\n  I'm the real king, rap is a jungle\n  I never understood, how could one go\n  To a party, watch me, stand around and jock me\n  Become a rapper, then try to rock me\n  Scheming like a demon, you're screamin' and dreamin'\n  I'm from the old school, I used to see men\n  Dies for less, but I'm not living that way\n  I'll let my mic do the talkin'\n  And let the music play\n\n  How ya like me now Rap is an art\n  And I'm a Picasso\n  But of course\n  Why else would you try so\n  Hard to paint a picture, and try to get ya\n  Self in my shoes, but they won't fit ya\n  I'm bigger and better, forget about deffer\n  Every time I rocked the mic, I left a\n  Stain in your brain that will remain\n  Stuck in the back of your brain till you see me\n  Again, respect, I come correct\n  The rhymes I select are nothing short of\n  Vernacular's pure and I can insure\n  Life od death with my breath, my voice is a cure\n  I heal life from the words I spread\n  I'll make a sick man rock on his death bed\n  Sucker MC's, I'll make your girl say \"ow\"\n  She's jockin'\n\n  How ya like me now It irked my nerve\n  When I heard\n  A sucker rapper that I know I'll serve\n  Run around town sayin' he is the best\n  Is that a test?\n  I'm not impressed\n  Get real, you're nothin' but a toy\n  Don't ya know I'll serve that boy\n  Just like a waiter\n  Hit'em with a place of\n  These fresh rhymes and\n  Make sure that he\n  Pays the bill, and leave him standin' still\n  When he's had enough, hit him with a refil\n  And for dessert it won't be no ice cream\n  I'm just gonna splatter and shatter his pipe dream\n  Make him feel the wrath, beat him and laugh\n  Then when I finish them, I'm gonna ask him\n  Who's the bests, and if he don't say Moe Dee\n  I'll take my whip and make him call himself Toby\n  Put him on punishment just like a child, then ask\n\n  How ya like me now\n\n  Whip him good, then I'll make him sweat\n  Talkin' about battles and never had a battle yet\n  But if we ever did\n  How could you beat me\n  You're so petrified\n  Even scared to meet me\n  My word's the law\n  That's why you don't beef\n  You're nothing but a punk, track star, and a thief\n  So I'm puttin' you on punishment\n  Just like a child\n  Never touch another mic\n\n  How ya like me now I could continue\n  There's more on the menu\n  But relax 'cos I'm so far in you\n  You had enough\n  I know you're overstuffed\n  If I keep going\n  You'll be throwin' up\n  Old rhymes I used to say\n  Back in the day\n  When you used to me\n  To my parties and pay\n  Nobody's ever gonna rack me\n  This I vow\n  So all I wanna say is\n\n  How ya like me now How ya like me now\n"},{"id":10685388,"name":"How Ya Like Me Now [Longer Version]","trackName":"How Ya Like Me Now [Longer Version]","artistName":"Kool Moe Dee","albumName":"How Ya Like Me Now","duration":336.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I throw my tape on\nAnd i watch ya\nThree second later\nI got ya shakin' your head\nDancin' instead of sittin'\nThe rhymes kick\nThe beats hittin' you\nJust like a home run\nSlammin' like a slam dunk\nRiding the wave that james brown gave funk\nIt happened to james like it happened to me\nHow you think i feel to see another mc\nGettin' paid usin' my rap style\nAnd i'm playn' the background meanwhile\nI ain't with that\nYou can forget that\nYou took my style\nI'm takin' it back\nI'm come back like \"return of the jedi\"\nSucker mc's in the place that said i\nCould only rock rhymes\nOnly rock crowds\nBut never rock records\n\nHow ya like me now (x2)\n\nNow brothers are riding me\nLike a pony\nI'm no phony\nI'm the only real micaroni\nPlayin' the mic like it's supposed to be played\nNew jacks, you all shoulda stayed out of the business\nWhat is this, amateur night at the apollo?\nGet off this stage, i'm in a rage\nI'm like a lion that's been trapped in a cage\nI'm the real king, rap is a jungle\nI never understood, how could one go\nTo a party, watch me, stand around and jock me\nBecome a rapper, then try to rock me\nScheming like a demon, you're screamin' and dreamin'\nI'm from the old school, i used to see men\nDies for less, but i'm not living that way\nI'll let my mic do the talkin'\nAnd let the music play\n\nHow ya like me now (x2)\n\nRap is an art\nAnd i'm a picasso\nBut of course\nWhy else would you try so\nHard to paint a picture, and try to get ya\nSelf in my shoes, but they won't fit ya\nI'm bigger and better, forget about deffer\nEvery time i rocked the mic, i left a\nStain in your brain that will remain\nStuck in the back of your brain till you see me\nAgain, respect, i come correct\nThe rhymes i select are nothing short of\nVernacular's pure and i can insure\nLife od death with my breath, my voice is a cure\nI heal life from the words i spread\nI'll make a sick man rock on his death bed\nSucker mc's, i'll make your girl say \"ow\"\nShe's jockin'\n\nHow ya like me now (x2)\n\nIt irked my nerve\nWhen i heard\nA sucker rapper that i know i'll serve\nRun around town sayin' he is the best\nIs that a test?\nI'm not impressed\nGet real, you're nothin' but a toy\nDon't ya know i'll serve that boy\nJust like a waiter\nHit'em with a place of\nThese fresh rhymes and\nMake sure that he\nPays the bill, and leave him standin' still\nWhen he's had enough, hit him with a refil\nAnd for dessert it won't be no ice cream\nI'm just gonna splatter and shatter his pipe dream\nMake him feel the wrath, beat him and laugh\nThen when i finish them, i'm gonna ask him\nWho's the bests, and if he don't say moe dee\n\nI'll take my whip and make him call himself toby\nPut him on punishment just like a child, then ask\n\nHow ya like me now\n\nWhip him good, then i'll make him sweat\nTalkin' about battles and never had a battle yet\nBut if we ever did\n\nHow could you beat me\nYou're so petrified\nEven scared to meet me\nMy word's the law\nThat's why you don't beef\nYou're nothing but a punk, track star, and a thief\nSo i'm puttin' you on punishment\nJust like a child\nNever touch another mic\n\nHow ya like me now (x2)\n\nI could continue\nThere's more on the menu\nBut relax 'cos i'm so far in you\nYou had enough\nI know you're overstuffed\nIf i keep going\nYou'll be throwin' up\nOld rhymes i used to say\nBack in the day\nWhen you used to me\n\nTo my parties and pay\nNobody's ever gonna rack me\nThis i vow\nSo all i wanna say is\n\nHow ya like me now (x2)\n\nHow ya like me now (fade out with echo)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: How Ya Like Me Now [Longer Version]\n  artist: Kool Moe Dee\n  album: How Ya Like Me Now\n  duration_ms: 336000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I throw my tape on\n  And i watch ya\n  Three second later\n  I got ya shakin' your head\n  Dancin' instead of sittin'\n  The rhymes kick\n  The beats hittin' you\n  Just like a home run\n  Slammin' like a slam dunk\n  Riding the wave that james brown gave funk\n  It happened to james like it happened to me\n  How you think i feel to see another mc\n  Gettin' paid usin' my rap style\n  And i'm playn' the background meanwhile\n  I ain't with that\n  You can forget that\n  You took my style\n  I'm takin' it back\n  I'm come back like \"return of the jedi\"\n  Sucker mc's in the place that said i\n  Could only rock rhymes\n  Only rock crowds\n  But never rock records\n\n  How ya like me now (x2)\n\n  Now brothers are riding me\n  Like a pony\n  I'm no phony\n  I'm the only real micaroni\n  Playin' the mic like it's supposed to be played\n  New jacks, you all shoulda stayed out of the business\n  What is this, amateur night at the apollo?\n  Get off this stage, i'm in a rage\n  I'm like a lion that's been trapped in a cage\n  I'm the real king, rap is a jungle\n  I never understood, how could one go\n  To a party, watch me, stand around and jock me\n  Become a rapper, then try to rock me\n  Scheming like a demon, you're screamin' and dreamin'\n  I'm from the old school, i used to see men\n  Dies for less, but i'm not living that way\n  I'll let my mic do the talkin'\n  And let the music play\n\n  How ya like me now (x2)\n\n  Rap is an art\n  And i'm a picasso\n  But of course\n  Why else would you try so\n  Hard to paint a picture, and try to get ya\n  Self in my shoes, but they won't fit ya\n  I'm bigger and better, forget about deffer\n  Every time i rocked the mic, i left a\n  Stain in your brain that will remain\n  Stuck in the back of your brain till you see me\n  Again, respect, i come correct\n  The rhymes i select are nothing short of\n  Vernacular's pure and i can insure\n  Life od death with my breath, my voice is a cure\n  I heal life from the words i spread\n  I'll make a sick man rock on his death bed\n  Sucker mc's, i'll make your girl say \"ow\"\n  She's jockin'\n\n  How ya like me now (x2)\n\n  It irked my nerve\n  When i heard\n  A sucker rapper that i know i'll serve\n  Run around town sayin' he is the best\n  Is that a test?\n  I'm not impressed\n  Get real, you're nothin' but a toy\n  Don't ya know i'll serve that boy\n  Just like a waiter\n  Hit'em with a place of\n  These fresh rhymes and\n  Make sure that he\n  Pays the bill, and leave him standin' still\n  When he's had enough, hit him with a refil\n  And for dessert it won't be no ice cream\n  I'm just gonna splatter and shatter his pipe dream\n  Make him feel the wrath, beat him and laugh\n  Then when i finish them, i'm gonna ask him\n  Who's the bests, and if he don't say moe dee\n\n  I'll take my whip and make him call himself toby\n  Put him on punishment just like a child, then ask\n\n  How ya like me now\n\n  Whip him good, then i'll make him sweat\n  Talkin' about battles and never had a battle yet\n  But if we ever did\n\n  How could you beat me\n  You're so petrified\n  Even scared to meet me\n  My word's the law\n  That's why you don't beef\n  You're nothing but a punk, track star, and a thief\n  So i'm puttin' you on punishment\n  Just like a child\n  Never touch another mic\n\n  How ya like me now (x2)\n\n  I could continue\n  There's more on the menu\n  But relax 'cos i'm so far in you\n  You had enough\n  I know you're overstuffed\n  If i keep going\n  You'll be throwin' up\n  Old rhymes i used to say\n  Back in the day\n  When you used to me\n\n  To my parties and pay\n  Nobody's ever gonna rack me\n  This i vow\n  So all i wanna say is\n\n  How ya like me now (x2)\n\n  How ya like me now (fade out with echo)\n"},{"id":35078453,"name":"How Ya Like Me Now (album mix)","trackName":"How Ya Like Me Now (album mix)","artistName":"Kool Moe Dee","albumName":"How Ya Like Me Now","duration":301.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"All aboard the night train!\n\nI throw my tape on, then I watch ya\nThree seconds later, I got ya\nShakin' your head, dancin' instead of sittin'\n\nThe rhymes kick, the beats hittin' you\nJust like a home run, slammin' like a slam dunk\nRide the wave, James Brown gave funk\nIt happened to James like it happened to me\nHow you think it feel to see another MC get paid\nUsin' my rap style and I'm playin' the background meanwhile?\nI ain't with that, you can forget that\n\nYou take my style, I'm takin' it back\nComin' back like \"Return of the Jedi\"\nSucker MCs in the place that said I\nCould only rock rhymes and only rock crowds\nBut never rock records, how you like me now?\n\nHow you like me now?\n\nNow, brothers are ridin' me like a pony\nI'm no phony, I'm the only real mic-aroni\nPlayin' the mic like it's supposed to be played\n\nNew jacks, you all shoulda stayed\n\nOut of the business, what is this?\nAmateur Night at the Apollo?\nGet off this stage, I'm enraged\nJust like a lion trapped inside of a cage\nI'm the real king, rap is a jungle\n\nI never understood how could one go\nTo a party, watch me, stand around and jock me\nBecome a rapper, then try to rock me\nSchemin' like a demon, you're screamin' and dreamin'\nI'm from the old school, I used to see men\nDie for less, but I'm not livin' that way\nI let my mic do the talkin' and let the music play\n\nHow you like me now?\n\nRap is an art, and I'm like Picasso\n\nBut of course, why else would you try so\nHard to paint a picture and try to get ya\nSelf in my shoes, but they won't fit ya\nI'm bigger and better, forget about deffer\nEvery time I rock the mic, I left a\n\nStain in your brain that will remain\n\nStuck in the back of your brain until you see me again\nRespect, I come correct\nThe rhymes I select are nothin' short of perfect\nVernacular's pure, and I can ensure\nLife or death with my breath, my voice is the cure\nI feel life from the words I spread\nI'll make a sick man rock on his deathbed\nSucker MCs, I make your girl say \"ow\"\nAnd she's jockin', now how you like me now?\n\nHow you like me now?\n\nIt irked my nerve when I heard\nA sucker rapper that I know I'll serve\nRunnin' 'round town sayin' he is the best\n\nIs that a test? 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Three seconds later, I got ya\n  Shakin' your head, dancin' instead of sittin'\n\n  The rhymes kick, the beats hittin' you\n  Just like a home run, slammin' like a slam dunk\n  Ride the wave, James Brown gave funk\n  It happened to James like it happened to me\n  How you think it feel to see another MC get paid\n  Usin' my rap style and I'm playin' the background meanwhile?\n  I ain't with that, you can forget that\n\n  You take my style, I'm takin' it back\n  Comin' back like \"Return of the Jedi\"\n  Sucker MCs in the place that said I\n  Could only rock rhymes and only rock crowds\n  But never rock records, how you like me now?\n\n  How you like me now?\n\n  Now, brothers are ridin' me like a pony\n  I'm no phony, I'm the only real mic-aroni\n  Playin' the mic like it's supposed to be played\n\n  New jacks, you all shoulda stayed\n\n  Out of the business, what is this?\n  Amateur Night at the Apollo?\n  Get off this stage, I'm enraged\n  Just like a lion trapped inside of a cage\n  I'm the real king, rap is a jungle\n\n  I never understood how could one go\n  To a party, watch me, stand around and jock me\n  Become a rapper, then try to rock me\n  Schemin' like a demon, you're screamin' and dreamin'\n  I'm from the old school, I used to see men\n  Die for less, but I'm not livin' that way\n  I let my mic do the talkin' and let the music play\n\n  How you like me now?\n\n  Rap is an art, and I'm like Picasso\n\n  But of course, why else would you try so\n  Hard to paint a picture and try to get ya\n  Self in my shoes, but they won't fit ya\n  I'm bigger and better, forget about deffer\n  Every time I rock the mic, I left a\n\n  Stain in your brain that will remain\n\n  Stuck in the back of your brain until you see me again\n  Respect, I come correct\n  The rhymes I select are nothin' short of perfect\n  Vernacular's pure, and I can ensure\n  Life or death with my breath, my voice is the cure\n  I feel life from the words I spread\n  I'll make a sick man rock on 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end_ms: 258390\n- text: The wild, wild west\n  start_ms: 258390\n  end_ms: 260880\n- text: The wild, wild west\n  start_ms: 260880\n  end_ms: 263360\n- text: The wild, wild west\n  start_ms: 263360\n  end_ms: 265990\n- text: The wild, wild west\n  start_ms: 265990\n  end_ms: 268550\n- text: The wild, wild west\n  start_ms: 268550\n  end_ms: 271420\n- text: The wild, wild west\n  start_ms: 271420\n  end_ms: 273930\n- text: The wild, wild west\n  start_ms: 273930\n  end_ms: 276290\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 276290\nplain: |-\n  The wild, wild west\n  The wild, wild west\n  The wild, wild west\n  The wild, wild west\n  The wild, wild west\n  The wild, wild west\n\n  The wild, wild west\n  The wild, wild west\n  The wild, wild west\n  The wild, wild west\n  The wild, wild west\n  The wild, wild west\n\n  I used to live downtown, 129th Street, Convent\n  Everything's upbeat\n  Parties, ball in the park\n  Nothing, but girls after dark\n  We chill, nobody gets ill in the place\n  We call the hill but if you try 'em\n  That's when they will get wild, but they don't fight\n  They kill at the...\n\n  The wild, wild west\n  The wild, wild west\n  The wild, wild west\n  The wild, wild west\n\n  I remember parties\n  Out in the park with the girlies\n  Rubbing up in the dark, I was smooth\n  Until someone pulled a gun\n  It was over, they spoiled my fun\n  I was flying, just like a track star\n  Dying, nah, I ran through the backyard\n  Trying to get into my building\n  Saying, \"Why in the heck won't somebody kill them?\"\n\n  One day the fellas got together\n  They vowed that no one would ever come on our block, and terrorize us\n  The gangs that used to do it, now they idolize us\n  Guns, we don't like to use them unless, our enemies choose them\n  We prefer to fight you on like a man and beat you down with our hands\n  And body slam you at the...\n\n  The wild, wild west\n  The wild, wild west\n  The wild, wild west\n  The wild, wild west\n\n  We don't start trouble, but boy do we end it\n  Our time, we like to spend it\n  Snapping, boy do we heat up\n  But we'll take time out to beat up a sucker, if he wants static\n  Beat down, yeah we got it\n  Good, and we'll accommodate you\n  Thanks to us, a lot of brothers hate to come back, to this very day\n  'Cause losing's one thing we don't play\n  If you're ever in a fight and you're beating one of us\n  Break out\n  Before you get bum rushed at the...\n\n  The wild, wild west\n  The wild, wild west\n  The wild, wild west\n  The wild, wild west\n  The wild, wild west\n  The wild, wild west\n  The wild, wild west\n  The wild, wild west\n\n  The wild, wild west\n  The wild, wild west\n  The wild, wild west\n  The wild, wild west\n  The wild, wild west\n  The wild, wild west\n  The wild, wild west\n  The wild, wild west\n  The wild, wild west\n  The wild, wild west\n  The wild, wild west\n  The wild, wild west\n\n  I'm talking about Nappy Red, Theo, Tony and Milton\n  Mike Mike Sluggo and Mike Chillion\n  D.O.B., Reggie B, and Sidney\n  Dano B, Derrick B, Sean B, and don't forget\n  Big Hank, Don Ice and Sire Rock\n  God bless Peter Wax, Chuck Chuck, and Pork Chop\n  El Dorado George way back in the day\n\n  Had all the brothers on the hill talking this way\n  They said, \"God, have mercy L.A Sunshine\"\n  And my DJ Easy Lee, are from around the way\n  Jock Jock, Philly Phil, Don D always\n  But they're chillin', Keith Keith, KV\n  Steve O, Ross Ross and A Fi\n  Beroni, Toss Toss and Hung Hunk\n  We fight with our hands, and nobody's a punk!\n  At the...\n\n  The wild, wild west\n  The wild, wild west\n  The wild, wild west\n  The wild, wild west\n  The wild, wild west\n  The wild, wild west\n\n  The wild, wild west\n  The wild, wild west\n  The wild, wild west\n  The wild, wild west\n  The wild, wild west\n  The wild, wild west\n"},{"id":32115548,"name":"No Respect","trackName":"No Respect","artistName":"Kool Moe Dee","albumName":"How Ya Like Me Now","duration":237.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What you want you ain't gon' get it\nWhat you need you won't admit it\nIt really don't matter how hard you try\nCause money can't buy respect\n\nThe material mind is enticed by the dollar bill\nIt makes some brothers fight and some would even kill\nSome will do anything for a bill\nCause they think they'll get respect\n\nBought a big mercedes and you got about ten more cars\nNow you impress the ladies and you're a neighborhood star\nGold on your fingers and your neck\nBut you still get no respect\n\nYour mind is weak, so when you speak\nYou're obsolete, your mental peak\nIs in the street, your mouth's a beak\nBig like a bird, and your future's bleak\nNow you should seek some help decree\nYou're sellin crack and livin cheap\nBought a brand-new ride to go beep-beep\nPlayin music outside loud in your jeep\nBut you should know, unless you're slow\nThere comes an end to the sidewalk show\nAnd up the river's where you'll go\nWearin stripes from head to toe\nNo fancy gold, no fancy car\nAnd the brothers inside don't care who you are\nA 7-foot brother doin life\n300 pounds, says you're his wife\nWalks in your cell and says: \"fix it up\"\nThen you look up and say: \"not the butt\"\nHe says: \"shut up\" \"but... but\" no 'but'\nNow what you gonna do, freaky-deaky or what?\n\nThe money was good, the money was fast\nNo business mind and the money won't last\nIn the money rate you fell first to last\nNow every night you fight for your ass\nThey say what goes up must come down\nAll hustlers know that sound\n\nCause you're here today, gone the next\nAnd you'll find out the hard way: you get no respect\n\n[old hustler:]\nMan, you must be crazy and bugged\nWhatcha mean i don't get no respect?\nYou crazy?\nYou got to respect me\nCause i was the first millionaire off the streets, boy\nAin't nobody ever had a hustle like mine\nIn '72, i was killin em, boy\n[young hustler:]\nMan, go 'head, go 'head\n[old hustler:]\nI'm tellin ya, i was shittin on it\nWord up, i was the man\nAnd a car - these niggas ain't got no cars today, man\nMy car was so pretty, i ride by, niggas' dicks get hard\nYou dig what i'm sayin?\n[young hustler:]\nHa-ha, man, get outta here, go 'head\n[old hustler:]\nCaddy, boy, grand daddy caddy\nThey used to call me mackaroni tony, boy\n[young hustler:]\nAw man, go 'head, shut yo broke ass up, man\n\nWord, i spell it out, i'll yell it out\nFor those brothers that keep sellin out\nCause local clout is all you're about\nA few bullshit bitches and hanging out\nAnd every day's like a title bout\nWhen the next man wants you taken out\nI'd like to know what you're thinkin about\n\nIt sure ain't dyin without a doubt\nBut you better wake up before it's too late\nOr they'll be doing your make-up down at the coroner's place\nAnd you will have lived just to die\nAnd you'll die with no respect\n\n[young hustler:]\n\nYo man, what about hoes, what about hoes?\n[old hustler:]\nHoes?\nShit man, i had mo' bitches than muthafuckin con-ed got switches, boy\nI had hoes, loads of hoes, you know what i'm sayin\nHoes, hoes, you dig?\n[young hustler:]\nYou're just talkin shit\n[old hustler:]\nI had all the money man, i was the man...\nWhere you goin sam? hold up, hold up\n[young hustler:]\nYeah, yeah - well, i'm outta here\nI don't wanna hear more of this shit\n[old hustler:]\nWait, before you go - can i get a dollar, man?\n[young hustler:]\nAw, go 'head, you broke ass, i ain't hearin no more of that shit\nWhat happened to all your money, boy?\n[old hustler:]\nAw go 'head, nigga, i thought you said you had all the money...\n[young hustler:]\nI got all the money man, that shit ain't happenin to me\nYou just fucked up man, i know how to hustle\n[old hustler:]\nI got respect, you crazy, man\nI can go in any liquor store, anywhere, anytime 'the day\nAnd get any bottle or anything for free, that's respect, boy!\n[young hustler:]\nAw go 'head with all that shit\n[old hustler:]\nThat's respect!\n[young hustler:]\nI got the dollar boy, i'm the man nowadays, you understand?\nYou was killin em in '72, i'm killin em in '87, man\nThat shit ain't happenin to me, i'm the man!\nYeah, i'm a hustler's muthafucka\nMe - i ain't never fallin off\n[old hustler:]\nAw man, i used to say the same thing, man...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: No Respect\n  artist: Kool Moe Dee\n  album: How Ya Like Me Now\n  duration_ms: 237000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  What you want you ain't gon' get it\n  What you need you won't admit it\n  It really don't matter how hard you try\n  Cause money can't buy respect\n\n  The material mind is enticed by the dollar bill\n  It makes some brothers fight and some would even kill\n  Some will do anything for a bill\n  Cause they think they'll get respect\n\n  Bought a big mercedes and you got about ten more cars\n  Now you impress the ladies and you're a neighborhood star\n  Gold on your fingers and your neck\n  But you still get no respect\n\n  Your mind is weak, so when you speak\n  You're obsolete, your mental peak\n  Is in the street, your mouth's a beak\n  Big like a bird, and your future's bleak\n  Now you should seek some help decree\n  You're sellin crack and livin cheap\n  Bought a brand-new ride to go beep-beep\n  Playin music outside loud in your jeep\n  But you should know, unless you're slow\n  There comes an end to the sidewalk show\n  And up the river's where you'll go\n  Wearin stripes from head to toe\n  No fancy gold, no fancy car\n  And the brothers inside don't care who you are\n  A 7-foot brother doin life\n  300 pounds, says you're his wife\n  Walks in your cell and says: \"fix it up\"\n  Then you look up and say: \"not the butt\"\n  He says: \"shut up\" \"but... but\" no 'but'\n  Now what you gonna do, freaky-deaky or what?\n\n  The money was good, the money was fast\n  No business mind and the money won't last\n  In the money rate you fell first to last\n  Now every night you fight for your ass\n  They say what goes up must come down\n  All hustlers know that sound\n\n  Cause you're here today, gone the next\n  And you'll find out the hard way: you get no respect\n\n  [old hustler:]\n  Man, you must be crazy and bugged\n  Whatcha mean i don't get no respect?\n  You crazy?\n  You got to respect me\n  Cause i was the first millionaire off the streets, boy\n  Ain't nobody ever had a hustle like mine\n  In '72, i was killin em, boy\n  [young hustler:]\n  Man, go 'head, go 'head\n  [old hustler:]\n  I'm tellin ya, i was shittin on it\n  Word up, i was the man\n  And a car - these niggas ain't got no cars today, man\n  My car was so pretty, i ride by, niggas' dicks get hard\n  You dig what i'm sayin?\n  [young hustler:]\n  Ha-ha, man, get outta here, go 'head\n  [old hustler:]\n  Caddy, boy, grand daddy caddy\n  They used to call me mackaroni tony, boy\n  [young hustler:]\n  Aw man, go 'head, shut yo broke ass up, man\n\n  Word, i spell it out, i'll yell it out\n  For those brothers that keep sellin out\n  Cause local clout is all you're about\n  A few bullshit bitches and hanging out\n  And every day's like a title bout\n  When the next man wants you taken out\n  I'd like to know what you're thinkin about\n\n  It sure ain't dyin without a doubt\n  But you better wake up before it's too late\n  Or they'll be doing your make-up down at the coroner's place\n  And you will have lived just to die\n  And you'll die with no respect\n\n  [young hustler:]\n\n  Yo man, what about hoes, what about hoes?\n  [old hustler:]\n  Hoes?\n  Shit man, i had mo' bitches than muthafuckin con-ed got switches, boy\n  I had hoes, loads of hoes, you know what i'm sayin\n  Hoes, hoes, you dig?\n  [young hustler:]\n  You're just talkin shit\n  [old hustler:]\n  I had all the money man, i was the man...\n  Where you goin sam? hold up, hold up\n  [young hustler:]\n  Yeah, yeah - well, i'm outta here\n  I don't wanna hear more of this shit\n  [old hustler:]\n  Wait, before you go - can i get a dollar, man?\n  [young hustler:]\n  Aw, go 'head, you broke ass, i ain't hearin no more of that shit\n  What happened to all your money, boy?\n  [old hustler:]\n  Aw go 'head, nigga, i thought you said you had all the money...\n  [young hustler:]\n  I got all the money man, that shit ain't happenin to me\n  You just fucked up man, i know how to hustle\n  [old hustler:]\n  I got respect, you crazy, man\n  I can go in any liquor store, anywhere, anytime 'the day\n  And get any bottle or anything for free, that's respect, boy!\n  [young hustler:]\n  Aw go 'head with all that shit\n  [old hustler:]\n  That's respect!\n  [young hustler:]\n  I got the dollar boy, i'm the man nowadays, you understand?\n  You was killin em in '72, i'm killin em in '87, man\n  That shit ain't happenin to me, i'm the man!\n  Yeah, i'm a hustler's muthafucka\n  Me - i ain't never fallin off\n  [old hustler:]\n  Aw man, i used to say the same thing, man...\n"},{"id":17100334,"name":"Don't Dance","trackName":"Don't Dance","artistName":"Kool Moe Dee","albumName":"How Ya Like Me Now","duration":265.573333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I get on the mic for one reason, that is to be heard\nAnd when I'm on the microphone, I hope you don't miss a word\nI'm not saying do not enjoy yourself, don't take a chance\nTo shake your head, pat your feet, clap your hands, but don't dance\n'Cause if you're up and dancing then you won't really hear\nThe smoking rhyme that I design for you all to compare\nWith the other brother lovers of the hip-hop culture\nBeat is working, rhymes are perking, and it's gotta be felt\nBut don't dance... don't dance\nThey consider me epitome of rap and I know\nRappers wanna get rid of me 'cause at a live show\nI got a voice like Luther, I'm bulletproof-a\nA rhyme that I design will always make you, the\nPeople take notice on how I always show this\nFunky style, forget the smile, your face'll say, \"Yo, this\nBrother's not playing, you know what I'm sayin'\"\nMC's on your knees say \"Please start praying\"\nDon't dance... don't dance\nAttention, at ease, emcees\nYou pay too much attention to the rhymes like these\nOne took part of my name, others part of my fame\nOne took the rhythm, now the people think that we're on the same\nLevel of intelligence, but that's irrelevant\nIf we ever battle head up, you won't do well against me\nI'm the originator, the only real creator\nCalled time bomb with the end of my detonator\nReady to blow up and totally show up\nA rapper I'll slap and with a mean rhyme slow up\nHuh, you wanna go up against me, then throw up\nYour mic stand but make plans to get tore up\n'Cause I'm gonna rip ya, I would strip ya of the title\nBut I got it, so get off my tip\nYa wannabe me MC, ooh wee—I'm rocking me now\nI know I'm rocking you 'cause I could see your hand\nHigh-fivin' 'cause I'm live and saying \"you heard the man\"\nDon't dance... don't dance... don't dance\nI said my rhyme loud, proud, now, look at the crowd\nFellas \"ho\", ladies \"ow\", how\nCould you take my style, smile while stealing\nYou should bow down, bend, and be kneeling\nPraying to me like a god, go on\nJust say my rhyme, you're on mine subconsciously\nYou know that you can't live up\nTo my rap status, drop your mic, give up\n'Cause I am relentless, that's why I spit this\nTime to make a fresh rhyme and invent this\nStyle that you're hearing, year out and year in\nBut suckers keep stealing it, and then swearing to God\nThey didn't take it, they know they didn't make it\nBut you can't lie to yourself, give me a break, it\nSeemed to me, that I was your favorite\nHip-hop hero back in the days, it's\nUndoubtedly, obviously true\nYou wanted to be another Moe Dee when you\nStarted rhyming, you see you had to be to some degree\nAn imitation, variation of me\nAnd now all of a sudden, you're competition\nSo now you think you can change my position\nDon't be dumb, I'm still number one\nWhen you hear me come, you better run and hide out\nAnd enjoy yourself while you got the crowd fooled\nBelieving you're the best 'cause I'ma take you to school\nAnd if you really think you're better, I want proof\nI'm calling you out, this is the moment of truth\nDon't dance... don't dance... don't dance","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Don't Dance\n  artist: Kool Moe Dee\n  album: How Ya Like Me Now\n  duration_ms: 265573\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I get on the mic for one reason, that is to be heard\n  And when I'm on the microphone, I hope you don't miss a word\n  I'm not saying do not enjoy yourself, don't take a chance\n  To shake your head, pat your feet, clap your hands, but don't dance\n  'Cause if you're up and dancing then you won't really hear\n  The smoking rhyme that I design for you all to compare\n  With the other brother lovers of the hip-hop culture\n  Beat is working, rhymes are perking, and it's gotta be felt\n  But don't dance... don't dance\n  They consider me epitome of rap and I know\n  Rappers wanna get rid of me 'cause at a live show\n  I got a voice like Luther, I'm bulletproof-a\n  A rhyme that I design will always make you, the\n  People take notice on how I always show this\n  Funky style, forget the smile, your face'll say, \"Yo, this\n  Brother's not playing, you know what I'm sayin'\"\n  MC's on your knees say \"Please start praying\"\n  Don't dance... don't dance\n  Attention, at ease, emcees\n  You pay too much attention to the rhymes like these\n  One took part of my name, others part of my fame\n  One took the rhythm, now the people think that we're on the same\n  Level of intelligence, but that's irrelevant\n  If we ever battle head up, you won't do well against me\n  I'm the originator, the only real creator\n  Called time bomb with the end of my detonator\n  Ready to blow up and totally show up\n  A rapper I'll slap and with a mean rhyme slow up\n  Huh, you wanna go up against me, then throw up\n  Your mic stand but make plans to get tore up\n  'Cause I'm gonna rip ya, I would strip ya of the title\n  But I got it, so get off my tip\n  Ya wannabe me MC, ooh wee—I'm rocking me now\n  I know I'm rocking you 'cause I could see your hand\n  High-fivin' 'cause I'm live and saying \"you heard the man\"\n  Don't dance... don't dance... don't dance\n  I said my rhyme loud, proud, now, look at the crowd\n  Fellas \"ho\", ladies \"ow\", how\n  Could you take my style, smile while stealing\n  You should bow down, bend, and be kneeling\n  Praying to me like a god, go on\n  Just say my rhyme, you're on mine subconsciously\n  You know that you can't live up\n  To my rap status, drop your mic, give up\n  'Cause I am relentless, that's why I spit this\n  Time to make a fresh rhyme and invent this\n  Style that you're hearing, year out and year in\n  But suckers keep stealing it, and then swearing to God\n  They didn't take it, they know they didn't make it\n  But you can't lie to yourself, give me a break, it\n  Seemed to me, that I was your favorite\n  Hip-hop hero back in the days, it's\n  Undoubtedly, obviously true\n  You wanted to be another Moe Dee when you\n  Started rhyming, you see you had to be to some degree\n  An imitation, variation of me\n  And now all of a sudden, you're competition\n  So now you think you can change my position\n  Don't be dumb, I'm still number one\n  When you hear me come, you better run and hide out\n  And enjoy yourself while you got the crowd fooled\n  Believing you're the best 'cause I'ma take you to school\n  And if you really think you're better, I want proof\n  I'm calling you out, this is the moment of truth\n  Don't dance... don't dance... don't dance\n"},{"id":25036121,"name":"I'm A Player","trackName":"I'm A Player","artistName":"Kool Moe Dee","albumName":"How Ya Like Me Now","duration":231.67805,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"1, 2, 3, 4\nHey, baby, you think that maybe\nWe can hang out, but not today because\nI got another date, and I'm already late\nBut here's my number, call me, don't procrastinate\nWhen you get home, pick up the phone\nLeave me with a message, don't leave me with the dial tone\nAnd when I finish hangin' out with this girl tonight\nI'm callin' you, and you better act right\nShe said \"Hold it, you got a lot of nerve\nWhat makes you think you deserve a call from me?\"\nAnd I said \"Save it, if you didn't want my number\nYou would've gave it back to me right away\"\nAnd as I walked away, under her breath, I heard her say\n\"You got it, I'll call you later\"\nYou like the way I played her?\nI'm nothin' but a player\nI'm a player\nNothin' but a player\nI'm a player\nSo what, I'm a player, playin' the field\nIf you want me, you better yield\nProceed with caution, without a doubt\nI'm the guy your mother warned you about\nBut I won't deceive you, love you or leave you\nDon't tell me that you love me, 'cause I won't believe you\nI'm straight up with you, so be straight up with me\nYou can do what you wanna do, but let me be what I wanna be\nAnd that's a player, girl-layer, rhyme-sayer\nI'm on a mission to prove that today a\nMan doesn't have to lie\nUnless he's just an average guy\nLyin' to girls just to get 'em in bed\nIf anybody's confused, I'll repeat what I said\nI'm a full-fledged player, you better believe it\nNow you know what time it is, you can take it or leave it\nI'm a player\nI'm a player\nYou said that I dissed you from the way I speak\nWell, I call 'em as I see 'em, freak\nWanna play Miss Pussy Innocent with me\nWhen I know what you were doin' last week\nRidin' around, all over town\nIn and out of cars, now how that sound?\nYou got a hundred beeper numbers in one phone book\nAnd been with every other guy in town\nIf a guy has a hundred girls, he's a hero\nA girl with a hundred guys is a zero\nDon't blame me, 'cause society made the rules\nBut I think they made 'em for me\nVariety's alright for me\nBut ladies in the place, don't you even try to be\nA player, that's my J-O-B\nAnd I'm playin' it to the T\nI'm nothin' but a player\nI'm nothin' but a player\n1, 2, 3, 4\nYo, what's up, baby, we hangin' out tonight or what?\nNo, you got too many women\nYo, wait, wait, wait, wait, whatever you wanna do\nWhatever I wanna do? Alright, bust it, bust it\nWe goin' out to the movies, take a little something to eat, whatever\nThen we go back to my spot, we get busy\nOh, you ain't with it?\nWhat you mean you don't know me that well?\nI met you an hour ago\nNah, nah, nah, I got it\nI'll tell you what\nYou ain't with it, forget about it\nWhat's your friend's name?\nL-look, 'scuse me, 'scuse me\nCome here a second","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I'm A Player\n  artist: Kool Moe Dee\n  album: How Ya Like Me Now\n  duration_ms: 231678\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  1, 2, 3, 4\n  Hey, baby, you think that maybe\n  We can hang out, but not today because\n  I got another date, and I'm already late\n  But here's my number, call me, don't procrastinate\n  When you get home, pick up the phone\n  Leave me with a message, don't leave me with the dial tone\n  And when I finish hangin' out with this girl tonight\n  I'm callin' you, and you better act right\n  She said \"Hold it, you got a lot of nerve\n  What makes you think you deserve a call from me?\"\n  And I said \"Save it, if you didn't want my number\n  You would've gave it back to me right away\"\n  And as I walked away, under her breath, I heard her say\n  \"You got it, I'll call you later\"\n  You like the way I played her?\n  I'm nothin' but a player\n  I'm a player\n  Nothin' but a player\n  I'm a player\n  So what, I'm a player, playin' the field\n  If you want me, you better yield\n  Proceed with caution, without a doubt\n  I'm the guy your mother warned you about\n  But I won't deceive you, love you or leave you\n  Don't tell me that you love me, 'cause I won't believe you\n  I'm straight up with you, so be straight up with me\n  You can do what you wanna do, but let me be what I wanna be\n  And that's a player, girl-layer, rhyme-sayer\n  I'm on a mission to prove that today a\n  Man doesn't have to lie\n  Unless he's just an average guy\n  Lyin' to girls just to get 'em in bed\n  If anybody's confused, I'll repeat what I said\n  I'm a full-fledged player, you better believe it\n  Now you know what time it is, you can take it or leave it\n  I'm a player\n  I'm a player\n  You said that I dissed you from the way I speak\n  Well, I call 'em as I see 'em, freak\n  Wanna play Miss Pussy Innocent with me\n  When I know what you were doin' last week\n  Ridin' around, all over town\n  In and out of cars, now how that sound?\n  You got a hundred beeper numbers in one phone book\n  And been with every other guy in town\n  If a guy has a hundred girls, he's a hero\n  A girl with a hundred guys is a zero\n  Don't blame me, 'cause society made the rules\n  But I think they made 'em for me\n  Variety's alright for me\n  But ladies in the place, don't you even try to be\n  A player, that's my J-O-B\n  And I'm playin' it to the T\n  I'm nothin' but a player\n  I'm nothin' but a player\n  1, 2, 3, 4\n  Yo, what's up, baby, we hangin' out tonight or what?\n  No, you got too many women\n  Yo, wait, wait, wait, wait, whatever you wanna do\n  Whatever I wanna do? Alright, bust it, bust it\n  We goin' out to the movies, take a little something to eat, whatever\n  Then we go back to my spot, we get busy\n  Oh, you ain't with it?\n  What you mean you don't know me that well?\n  I met you an hour ago\n  Nah, nah, nah, I got it\n  I'll tell you what\n  You ain't with it, forget about it\n  What's your friend's name?\n  L-look, 'scuse me, 'scuse me\n  Come here a second\n"},{"id":23956398,"name":"No Respect","trackName":"No Respect","artistName":"Kool Moe Dee","albumName":"How Ya Like Me Now","duration":317.3267,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What you want you ain't gon' get it\nWhat you need you won't admit it\nIt really don't matter how hard you try\nCause money can't buy respect\n\nThe material mind is enticed by the dollar bill\nIt makes some brothers fight and some would even kill\nSome will do anything for a bill\nCause they think they'll get respect\n\nBought a big mercedes and you got about ten more cars\nNow you impress the ladies and you're a neighborhood star\nGold on your fingers and your neck\nBut you still get no respect\n\nYour mind is weak, so when you speak\nYou're obsolete, your mental peak\nIs in the street, your mouth's a beak\nBig like a bird, and your future's bleak\nNow you should seek some help decree\nYou're sellin crack and livin cheap\nBought a brand-new ride to go beep-beep\nPlayin music outside loud in your jeep\nBut you should know, unless you're slow\nThere comes an end to the sidewalk show\nAnd up the river's where you'll go\nWearin stripes from head to toe\nNo fancy gold, no fancy car\nAnd the brothers inside don't care who you are\nA 7-foot brother doin life\n300 pounds, says you're his wife\nWalks in your cell and says: \"fix it up\"\nThen you look up and say: \"not the butt\"\nHe says: \"shut up\" \"but... but\" no 'but'\nNow what you gonna do, freaky-deaky or what?\n\nThe money was good, the money was fast\nNo business mind and the money won't last\nIn the money rate you fell first to last\nNow every night you fight for your ass\nThey say what goes up must come down\nAll hustlers know that sound\n\nCause you're here today, gone the next\nAnd you'll find out the hard way: you get no respect\n\n[old hustler:]\nMan, you must be crazy and bugged\nWhatcha mean i don't get no respect?\nYou crazy?\nYou got to respect me\nCause i was the first millionaire off the streets, boy\nAin't nobody ever had a hustle like mine\nIn '72, i was killin em, boy\n[young hustler:]\nMan, go 'head, go 'head\n[old hustler:]\nI'm tellin ya, i was shittin on it\nWord up, i was the man\nAnd a car - these niggas ain't got no cars today, man\nMy car was so pretty, i ride by, niggas' dicks get hard\nYou dig what i'm sayin?\n[young hustler:]\nHa-ha, man, get outta here, go 'head\n[old hustler:]\nCaddy, boy, grand daddy caddy\nThey used to call me mackaroni tony, boy\n[young hustler:]\nAw man, go 'head, shut yo broke ass up, man\n\nWord, i spell it out, i'll yell it out\nFor those brothers that keep sellin out\nCause local clout is all you're about\nA few bullshit bitches and hanging out\nAnd every day's like a title bout\nWhen the next man wants you taken out\nI'd like to know what you're thinkin about\n\nIt sure ain't dyin without a doubt\nBut you better wake up before it's too late\nOr they'll be doing your make-up down at the coroner's place\nAnd you will have lived just to die\nAnd you'll die with no respect\n\n[young hustler:]\n\nYo man, what about hoes, what about hoes?\n[old hustler:]\nHoes?\nShit man, i had mo' bitches than muthafuckin con-ed got switches, boy\nI had hoes, loads of hoes, you know what i'm sayin\nHoes, hoes, you dig?\n[young hustler:]\nYou're just talkin shit\n[old hustler:]\nI had all the money man, i was the man...\nWhere you goin sam? hold up, hold up\n[young hustler:]\nYeah, yeah - well, i'm outta here\nI don't wanna hear more of this shit\n[old hustler:]\nWait, before you go - can i get a dollar, man?\n[young hustler:]\nAw, go 'head, you broke ass, i ain't hearin no more of that shit\nWhat happened to all your money, boy?\n[old hustler:]\nAw go 'head, nigga, i thought you said you had all the money...\n[young hustler:]\nI got all the money man, that shit ain't happenin to me\nYou just fucked up man, i know how to hustle\n[old hustler:]\nI got respect, you crazy, man\nI can go in any liquor store, anywhere, anytime 'the day\nAnd get any bottle or anything for free, that's respect, boy!\n[young hustler:]\nAw go 'head with all that shit\n[old hustler:]\nThat's respect!\n[young hustler:]\nI got the dollar boy, i'm the man nowadays, you understand?\nYou was killin em in '72, i'm killin em in '87, man\nThat shit ain't happenin to me, i'm the man!\nYeah, i'm a hustler's muthafucka\nMe - i ain't never fallin off\n[old hustler:]\nAw man, i used to say the same thing, man...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: No Respect\n  artist: Kool Moe Dee\n  album: How Ya Like Me Now\n  duration_ms: 317327\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  What you want you ain't gon' get it\n  What you need you won't admit it\n  It really don't matter how hard you try\n  Cause money can't buy respect\n\n  The material mind is enticed by the dollar bill\n  It makes some brothers fight and some would even kill\n  Some will do anything for a bill\n  Cause they think they'll get respect\n\n  Bought a big mercedes and you got about ten more cars\n  Now you impress the ladies and you're a neighborhood star\n  Gold on your fingers and your neck\n  But you still get no respect\n\n  Your mind is weak, so when you speak\n  You're obsolete, your mental peak\n  Is in the street, your mouth's a beak\n  Big like a bird, and your future's bleak\n  Now you should seek some help decree\n  You're sellin crack and livin cheap\n  Bought a brand-new ride to go beep-beep\n  Playin music outside loud in your jeep\n  But you should know, unless you're slow\n  There comes an end to the sidewalk show\n  And up the river's where you'll go\n  Wearin stripes from head to toe\n  No fancy gold, no fancy car\n  And the brothers inside don't care who you are\n  A 7-foot brother doin life\n  300 pounds, says you're his wife\n  Walks in your cell and says: \"fix it up\"\n  Then you look up and say: \"not the butt\"\n  He says: \"shut up\" \"but... but\" no 'but'\n  Now what you gonna do, freaky-deaky or what?\n\n  The money was good, the money was fast\n  No business mind and the money won't last\n  In the money rate you fell first to last\n  Now every night you fight for your ass\n  They say what goes up must come down\n  All hustlers know that sound\n\n  Cause you're here today, gone the next\n  And you'll find out the hard way: you get no respect\n\n  [old hustler:]\n  Man, you must be crazy and bugged\n  Whatcha mean i don't get no respect?\n  You crazy?\n  You got to respect me\n  Cause i was the first millionaire off the streets, boy\n  Ain't nobody ever had a hustle like mine\n  In '72, i was killin em, boy\n  [young hustler:]\n  Man, go 'head, go 'head\n  [old hustler:]\n  I'm tellin ya, i was shittin on it\n  Word up, i was the man\n  And a car - these niggas ain't got no cars today, man\n  My car was so pretty, i ride by, niggas' dicks get hard\n  You dig what i'm sayin?\n  [young hustler:]\n  Ha-ha, man, get outta here, go 'head\n  [old hustler:]\n  Caddy, boy, grand daddy caddy\n  They used to call me mackaroni tony, boy\n  [young hustler:]\n  Aw man, go 'head, shut yo broke ass up, man\n\n  Word, i spell it out, i'll yell it out\n  For those brothers that keep sellin out\n  Cause local clout is all you're about\n  A few bullshit bitches and hanging out\n  And every day's like a title bout\n  When the next man wants you taken out\n  I'd like to know what you're thinkin about\n\n  It sure ain't dyin without a doubt\n  But you better wake up before it's too late\n  Or they'll be doing your make-up down at the coroner's place\n  And you will have lived just to die\n  And you'll die with no respect\n\n  [young hustler:]\n\n  Yo man, what about hoes, what about hoes?\n  [old hustler:]\n  Hoes?\n  Shit man, i had mo' bitches than muthafuckin con-ed got switches, boy\n  I had hoes, loads of hoes, you know what i'm sayin\n  Hoes, hoes, you dig?\n  [young hustler:]\n  You're just talkin shit\n  [old hustler:]\n  I had all the money man, i was the man...\n  Where you goin sam? hold up, hold up\n  [young hustler:]\n  Yeah, yeah - well, i'm outta here\n  I don't wanna hear more of this shit\n  [old hustler:]\n  Wait, before you go - can i get a dollar, man?\n  [young hustler:]\n  Aw, go 'head, you broke ass, i ain't hearin no more of that shit\n  What happened to all your money, boy?\n  [old hustler:]\n  Aw go 'head, nigga, i thought you said you had all the money...\n  [young hustler:]\n  I got all the money man, that shit ain't happenin to me\n  You just fucked up man, i know how to hustle\n  [old hustler:]\n  I got respect, you crazy, man\n  I can go in any liquor store, anywhere, anytime 'the day\n  And get any bottle or anything for free, that's respect, boy!\n  [young hustler:]\n  Aw go 'head with all that shit\n  [old hustler:]\n  That's respect!\n  [young hustler:]\n  I got the dollar boy, i'm the man nowadays, you understand?\n  You was killin em in '72, i'm killin em in '87, man\n  That shit ain't happenin to me, i'm the man!\n  Yeah, i'm a hustler's muthafucka\n  Me - i ain't never fallin off\n  [old hustler:]\n  Aw man, i used to say the same thing, man...\n"},{"id":23419753,"name":"Way Way Back","trackName":"Way Way Back","artistName":"Kool Moe Dee","albumName":"How Ya Like Me Now","duration":265.2953,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What we're gonna do right here is go back\nWay back\nBack, back into time\n\nAlright y'all, this is Kool Moe Dee\nAnd me and my DJ Easy Lee are about to take you all the way back\nWay back when we used to rhyme like this\n\nDip, dip, dive, so-socialize\nClean out your ears and open your eyes\nWe gonna rock with the bass, roll with the high's\nGonna say a funky rhyme and make you all come alive\n\nHip hop, the hippie, the hippie\nTo the hip hip-hop, and you don't stop the rock\nFirst you rock the hip and then you rock the hop\nThen you hippie the hop and don't stop\n\nGoing on and on and on and on\nLike hot butter on say what the popcorn\nGonna rock the beat to the break of dawn\nGonna party, party, party 'til you're all going home\n\nThis is the way we used to rhyme\nThese are the rhymes that we used to say\nThis is the way we used to sound\nWay, way back in the day\n\nClap your hands and stomp your feet\nAnd rock to the rhythm of the funky beat\nStomp your feet and clap your hands\n'Cause I am the man with the master plan\n\nGoing back and forth and forth and back\nThree words for the wack, stay the hell back\nIf the wack may attack keep the wack back\nThis drum machine is guaranteed to 'cause a heart attack\n\nGoing up to the ceiling, down to the floor\nBounce around the walls and back out the door\nTried to come back in cause you want more\nThose funky rhymes galore\n\nThis is the way we used to rhyme\nThese are the rhymes that we used to say\nThis is the way we used to sound\nWay, way back in the day\n\nPepper to the salt, salt to the pepper\nDon't come to the party if you're a half-stepper\nSalt to the pepper, pepper to the salt\nIf you can't rock to this it ain't my fault\n\nA lime to a lemon, a lemon to a lime\nI rock the rhyme in half the time\nFrom a lemon to a lime, a lime to a lemon\nYou know Moe Dee gets all the women\n\nPut your feet on the rhythm, put your feet on the rock\nPut your feet on the rock\nPut your feet on the rhythm, put your feet on the rock\nPut your feet on the rock\n\nThis is the way we used to rhyme\nThese are the rhymes that we used to say\nThis is the way we used to sound\nWay, way back in the day\n\nAl Capone on the microphone\nThe Clark Gable on the turntable\nI'm the Jesse and James of the hip hop game\nPut all the suckers, suckers, suckers, suckers to shame\n\nI'm twice as nice skating on ice\nI'm giving you a taste of the disco slice\nLike four, five, six on Cee-lo Dice\nAnd I get more sex than a cat chase mice\n\nRock and roll, and roll and rock\nLet's rock to the rhythm of the rock, rock, rock\nAnd roll and rock, and rock and roll\nCome on, party people, let's get out of control\n\nNow the people in the back and not the wack\nTo the people on the side, let's ride\nTo the people in the middle let me see you wiggle\nAnd people on the top, don't stop\n\nJump up, jump up\nJust like a disco duck\nGo down, go down\nJust like a disco clown\nGo on, go on\nTo, to the break of dawn\nJump back, jump back\nAnd I can rock it like this 'cause I got it like that\n\nNow do it, do it, do, do, do it\nDo it, do it, do it\nDo it, do it, do, do, do it\nDo, do it, do it\nNow throw your hands in the air\nAnd wave 'em like you just don't care\nAnd if y'all wanna rock the house tonight\nSomebody say \"Oh, yeah\" (oh, yeah)\nOh, yeah (oh, yeah)\n\nNow I hear ya\nNow I hear ya, hear ya, hear ya, hear ya, hear ya\nNow I hear ya, hear ya\nNow before we go I want you to know who you been listening to\nIt's devastating sound of Kool Moe Dee dedicated to all the old crew\n\nThis is the way we used to rhyme\nThese are the rhymes that we used to say\nThis is the way we used to sound\nWay, way back in the day","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.94] What we're gonna do right here is go back\n[00:07.80] Way back\n[00:09.46] Back, back into time\n[00:21.30] Alright y'all, this is Kool Moe Dee\n[00:23.77] And me and my DJ Easy Lee are about to take you all the way back\n[00:27.20] Way back when we used to rhyme like this\n[00:29.84] Dip, dip, dive, so-socialize\n[00:32.00] Clean out your ears and open your eyes\n[00:34.11] We gonna rock with the bass, roll with the high's\n[00:36.40] Gonna say a funky rhyme and make you all come alive\n[00:38.62] Hip hop, the hippie, the hippie\n[00:40.73] To the hip hip-hop, and you don't stop the rock\n[00:42.81] First you rock the hip and then you rock the hop\n[00:45.03] Then you hippie the hop and don't stop\n[00:47.45] Going on and on and on and on\n[00:49.30] Like hot butter on say what the popcorn\n[00:51.63] Gonna rock the beat to the break of dawn\n[00:53.83] Gonna party, party, party 'til you're all going home\n[00:56.05] This is the way we used to rhyme\n[00:58.23] These are the rhymes that we used to say\n[01:00.47] This is the way we used to sound\n[01:02.61] Way, way back in the day\n[01:04.80] Clap your hands and stomp your feet\n[01:06.86] And rock to the rhythm of the funky beat\n[01:09.08] Stomp your feet and clap your hands\n[01:11.30] 'Cause I am the man with the master plan\n[01:13.35] Going back and forth and forth and back\n[01:15.55] Three words for the wack, stay the hell back\n[01:17.95] If the wack may attack keep the wack back\n[01:20.05] This drum machine is guaranteed to 'cause a heart attack\n[01:22.04] Going up to the ceiling, down to the floor\n[01:24.28] Bounce around the walls and back out the door\n[01:26.44] Tried to come back in cause you want more\n[01:28.61] Those funky rhymes galore\n[01:30.58] This is the way we used to rhyme\n[01:32.73] These are the rhymes that we used to say\n[01:35.02] This is the way we used to sound\n[01:37.25] Way, way back in the day\n[01:39.46] Pepper to the salt, salt to the pepper\n[01:41.68] Don't come to the party if you're a half-stepper\n[01:43.89] Salt to the pepper, pepper to the salt\n[01:46.09] If you can't rock to this it ain't my fault\n[01:48.32] A lime to a lemon, a lemon to a lime\n[01:50.32] I rock the rhyme in half the time\n[01:52.58] From a lemon to a lime, a lime to a lemon\n[01:54.59] You know Moe Dee gets all the women\n[01:56.70] Put your feet on the rhythm, put your feet on the rock\n[01:59.01] Put your feet on the rock\n[02:00.67] Put your feet on the rhythm, put your feet on the rock\n[02:03.44] Put your 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And people on the top, don't stop\n[02:57.85] Jump up, jump up\n[02:59.84] Just like a disco duck\n[03:02.07] Go down, go down\n[03:04.47] Just like a disco clown\n[03:06.36] Go on, go on\n[03:08.56] To, to the break of dawn\n[03:10.86] Jump back, jump back\n[03:13.06] And I can rock it like this 'cause I got it like that\n[03:15.27] Now do it, do it, do, do, do it\n[03:18.03] Do it, do it, do it\n[03:19.70] Do it, do it, do, do, do it\n[03:22.44] Do, do it, do it\n[03:23.96] Now throw your hands in the air\n[03:26.45] And wave 'em like you just don't care\n[03:28.39] And if y'all wanna rock the house tonight\n[03:30.34] Somebody say \"Oh, yeah\" (oh, yeah)\n[03:33.43] Oh, yeah (oh, yeah)\n[03:35.85] Now I hear ya\n[03:36.60] Now I hear ya, hear ya, hear ya, hear ya, hear ya\n[03:39.49] Now I hear ya, hear ya\n[03:41.47] Now before we go I want you to know who you been listening to\n[03:45.82] It's devastating sound of Kool Moe Dee dedicated to all the old crew\n[03:49.94] This is the 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on and on and on and on\n  Like hot butter on say what the popcorn\n  Gonna rock the beat to the break of dawn\n  Gonna party, party, party 'til you're all going home\n\n  This is the way we used to rhyme\n  These are the rhymes that we used to say\n  This is the way we used to sound\n  Way, way back in the day\n\n  Clap your hands and stomp your feet\n  And rock to the rhythm of the funky beat\n  Stomp your feet and clap your hands\n  'Cause I am the man with the master plan\n\n  Going back and forth and forth and back\n  Three words for the wack, stay the hell back\n  If the wack may attack keep the wack back\n  This drum machine is guaranteed to 'cause a heart attack\n\n  Going up to the ceiling, down to the floor\n  Bounce around the walls and back out the door\n  Tried to come back in cause you want more\n  Those funky rhymes galore\n\n  This is the way we used to rhyme\n  These are the rhymes that we used to say\n  This is the way we used to sound\n  Way, way back in the day\n\n  Pepper to the salt, salt to the pepper\n  Don't come to the party if you're a half-stepper\n  Salt to the pepper, pepper to the salt\n  If you can't rock to this it ain't my fault\n\n  A lime to a lemon, a lemon to a lime\n  I rock the rhyme in half the time\n  From a lemon to a lime, a lime to a lemon\n  You know Moe Dee gets all the women\n\n  Put your feet on the rhythm, put your feet on the rock\n  Put your feet on the rock\n  Put your feet on the rhythm, put your feet on the rock\n  Put your feet on the rock\n\n  This is the way we used to rhyme\n  These are the rhymes that we used to say\n  This is the way we used to sound\n  Way, way back in the day\n\n  Al Capone on the microphone\n  The Clark Gable on the turntable\n  I'm the Jesse and James of the hip hop game\n  Put all the suckers, suckers, suckers, suckers to shame\n\n  I'm twice as nice skating on ice\n  I'm giving you a taste of the disco slice\n  Like four, five, six on Cee-lo Dice\n  And I get more sex than a cat chase mice\n\n  Rock and roll, and roll and rock\n  Let's rock to the rhythm of the rock, rock, rock\n  And roll and rock, and rock and roll\n  Come on, party people, let's get out of control\n\n  Now the people in the back and not the wack\n  To the people on the side, let's ride\n  To the people in the middle let me see you wiggle\n  And people on the top, don't stop\n\n  Jump up, jump up\n  Just like a disco duck\n  Go down, go down\n  Just like a disco clown\n  Go on, go on\n  To, to the break of dawn\n  Jump back, jump back\n  And I can rock it like this 'cause I got it like that\n\n  Now do it, do it, do, do, do it\n  Do it, do it, do it\n  Do it, do it, do, do, do it\n  Do, do it, do it\n  Now throw your hands in the air\n  And wave 'em like you just don't care\n  And if y'all wanna rock the house tonight\n  Somebody say \"Oh, yeah\" (oh, yeah)\n  Oh, yeah (oh, yeah)\n\n  Now I hear ya\n  Now I hear ya, hear ya, hear ya, hear ya, hear ya\n  Now I hear ya, hear ya\n  Now before we go I 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rap and I know\nRappers wanna get rid of me 'cause at a live show\nI got a voice like Luther, I'm bulletproof-a\nA rhyme that I design will always make you, the\nPeople take notice on how I always show this\nFunky style, forget the smile, your face'll say, \"Yo, this\nBrother's not playing, you know what I'm sayin'\"\nMC's on your knees say \"Please start praying\"\nDon't dance... don't dance\nAttention, at ease, emcees\nYou pay too much attention to the rhymes like these\nOne took part of my name, others part of my fame\nOne took the rhythm, now the people think that we're on the same\nLevel of intelligence, but that's irrelevant\nIf we ever battle head up, you won't do well against me\nI'm the originator, the only real creator\nCalled time bomb with the end of my detonator\nReady to blow up and totally show up\nA rapper I'll slap and with a mean rhyme slow up\nHuh, you wanna go up against me, then throw up\nYour mic stand but make plans to get tore up\n'Cause I'm gonna rip ya, I would strip ya of the title\nBut I got it, so get off my tip\nYa wannabe me MC, ooh wee—I'm rocking me now\nI know I'm rocking you 'cause I could see your hand\nHigh-fivin' 'cause I'm live and saying \"you heard the man\"\nDon't dance... don't dance... don't dance\nI said my rhyme loud, proud, now, look at the crowd\nFellas \"ho\", ladies \"ow\", how\nCould you take my style, smile while stealing\nYou should bow down, bend, and be kneeling\nPraying to me like a god, go on\nJust say my rhyme, you're on mine subconsciously\nYou know that you can't live up\nTo my rap status, drop your mic, give up\n'Cause I am relentless, that's why I spit this\nTime to make a fresh rhyme and invent this\nStyle that you're hearing, year out and year in\nBut suckers keep stealing it, and then swearing to God\nThey didn't take it, they know they didn't make it\nBut you can't lie to yourself, give me a break, it\nSeemed to me, that I was your favorite\nHip-hop hero back in the days, it's\nUndoubtedly, obviously true\nYou wanted to be another Moe Dee when you\nStarted rhyming, you see you had to be to some degree\nAn imitation, variation of me\nAnd now all of a sudden, you're competition\nSo now you think you can change my position\nDon't be dumb, I'm still number one\nWhen you hear me come, you better run and hide out\nAnd enjoy yourself while you got the crowd fooled\nBelieving you're the best 'cause I'ma take you to school\nAnd if you really think you're better, I want proof\nI'm calling you out, this is the moment of truth\nDon't dance... don't dance... don't dance","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Don’t Dance\n  artist: Kool Moe Dee\n  album: How Ya Like Me Now\n  duration_ms: 270845\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I get on the mic for one reason, that is to be heard\n  And when I'm on the microphone, I hope you don't miss a word\n  I'm not saying do not enjoy yourself, don't take a chance\n  To shake your head, pat your feet, 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irrelevant\n  If we ever battle head up, you won't do well against me\n  I'm the originator, the only real creator\n  Called time bomb with the end of my detonator\n  Ready to blow up and totally show up\n  A rapper I'll slap and with a mean rhyme slow up\n  Huh, you wanna go up against me, then throw up\n  Your mic stand but make plans to get tore up\n  'Cause I'm gonna rip ya, I would strip ya of the title\n  But I got it, so get off my tip\n  Ya wannabe me MC, ooh wee—I'm rocking me now\n  I know I'm rocking you 'cause I could see your hand\n  High-fivin' 'cause I'm live and saying \"you heard the man\"\n  Don't dance... don't dance... don't dance\n  I said my rhyme loud, proud, now, look at the crowd\n  Fellas \"ho\", ladies \"ow\", how\n  Could you take my style, smile while stealing\n  You should bow down, bend, and be kneeling\n  Praying to me like a god, go on\n  Just say my rhyme, you're on mine subconsciously\n  You know that you can't live up\n  To my rap status, drop your mic, give up\n  'Cause I am relentless, that's why I spit this\n  Time to make a fresh rhyme and invent this\n  Style that you're hearing, year out and year in\n  But suckers keep stealing it, and then swearing to God\n  They didn't take it, they know they didn't make it\n  But you can't lie to yourself, give me a break, it\n  Seemed to me, that I was your favorite\n  Hip-hop hero back in the days, it's\n  Undoubtedly, obviously true\n  You wanted to be another Moe Dee when you\n  Started rhyming, you see you had to be to some degree\n  An imitation, variation of me\n  And now all of a sudden, you're competition\n  So now you think you can change my position\n  Don't be dumb, I'm still number one\n  When you hear me come, you better run and hide out\n  And enjoy yourself while you got the crowd fooled\n  Believing you're the best 'cause I'ma take you to school\n  And if you really think you're better, I want proof\n  I'm calling you out, this is the moment of truth\n  Don't dance... don't dance... don't dance\n"},{"id":24710275,"name":"No Respect (single version)","trackName":"No Respect (single version)","artistName":"Kool Moe Dee","albumName":"How Ya Like Me Now","duration":255.586,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What you want, you ain't gon' get it\nWhat you need, you won't admit it\nIt really don't matter how hard you try\nCause money can't buy respect\nThe material mind is enticed by the dollar bill\nIt makes some brothers fight, and some would even kill\nSome will do anything for a bill\nCause they think they'll get respect\nBought a big Mercedes, and you got about ten more cars\nNow you impress the ladies, and you're a neighborhood star\nGold on your fingers and your neck\nBut you still get no respect\nYour mind is weak, so when you speak\nYou're obsolete, your mental peak\nIs in the street, your mouth's a beak\nBig like a bird, and your future's bleak\nNow you should seek some help decree\nYou're sellin crack and livin cheap\nBought a brand-new ride to go beep-beep\nPlayin music outside loud in your jeep\nBut you should know, unless you're slow\nThere comes an end to the sidewalk show\nAnd up the river's where you'll go\nWearin stripes from head to toe\nNo fancy gold, no fancy car\nAnd the brothers inside don't care who you are\nA 7-foot brother doin life\n300 pounds, says you're his wife\nWalks in your cell and says: \"Fix it up\"\nThen you look up and say: \"Not the butt\"\nHe says: \"Shut up\" \"But... but\" No 'but'\nNow what you gonna do, freaky-deaky or what?\nThe money was good, the money was fast\nNo business mind and the money won't last\nIn the money rate you fell first to last\nNow every night you fight for your ass\nThey say what goes up must come down\nAll hustlers know that sound\nCause you're here today, gone the next\nAnd you'll find out the hard way: you get no respect\n[Old hustler:]\nMan, you must be crazy and bugged\nWhatcha mean I don't get no respect?\nYou crazy?\nYou got to respect me\nCause I was the first millionaire off the streets, boy\nAin't nobody ever had a hustle like mine\nIn '72, I was killin em, boy\n[Young hustler:]\nMan, go 'head, go 'head\n[Old hustler:]\nI'm tellin ya, I was shittin on it\nWord up, I was the man\nAnd a car - these niggas ain't got no cars today, man\nMy car was so pretty, I ride by, niggas' dicks get hard\nYou dig what I'm sayin?\n[Young hustler:]\nHa-ha, man, get outta here, go 'head\n[Old hustler:]\nCaddy, boy, Grand Daddy Caddy\nThey used to call me Mackaroni Tony, boy\n[Young hustler:]\nAw man, go 'head, shut yo broke ass up, man\nWord, I spell it out, I'll yell it out\nFor those brothers that keep sellin out\nCause local clout is all you're about\nA few bullshit bitches and hanging out\nAnd every day's like a title bout\nWhen the next man wants you taken out\nI'd like to know what you're thinkin about\nIt sure ain't dyin without a doubt\nBut you better wake up before it's too late\nOr they'll be doing your make-up down at the coroner's 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Hold up, hold up\n  [Young hustler:]\n  Yeah, yeah - well, I'm outta here\n  I don't want to hear more of this shit\n  [Old hustler:]\n  Wait, before you go - can I get a dollar, man?\n  [Young hustler:]\n  Aw, go 'head, you broke ass, I ain't hearin no more of that shit\n  What happened to all your money, boy?\n  [Old hustler:]\n  Aw go 'head, nigga, I thought you said you had all the money...\n  [Young hustler:]\n  I got all the money man, that shit ain't happenin to me\n  You just fucked up man, I know how to hustle\n  [Old hustler:]\n  I got respect, you crazy, man\n  I can go in any liquor store, anywhere, anytime 'the day\n  And get any bottle or anything for free, that's respect, boy!\n  [Young hustler:]\n  Aw go 'head with all that shit\n  [Old hustler:]\n  That's respect!\n  [Young hustler:]\n  I got the dollar boy, I'm the man nowadays, you understand?\n  You was killin em in '72, I'm killin em in '87, man\n  That shit ain't happenin to me, I'm the man!\n  Yeah,   I'm a 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duck\n  start_ms: 179840\n  end_ms: 182070\n- text: Go down, go down\n  start_ms: 182070\n  end_ms: 184470\n- text: Just like a disco clown\n  start_ms: 184470\n  end_ms: 186360\n- text: Go on, go on\n  start_ms: 186360\n  end_ms: 188560\n- text: To, to the break of dawn\n  start_ms: 188560\n  end_ms: 190860\n- text: Jump back, jump back\n  start_ms: 190860\n  end_ms: 193060\n- text: And I can rock it like this 'cause I got it like that\n  start_ms: 193060\n  end_ms: 195270\n- text: Now do it, do it, do, do, do it\n  start_ms: 195270\n  end_ms: 198030\n- text: Do it, do it, do it\n  start_ms: 198030\n  end_ms: 199700\n- text: Do it, do it, do, do, do it\n  start_ms: 199700\n  end_ms: 202440\n- text: Do, do it, do it\n  start_ms: 202440\n  end_ms: 203960\n- text: Now throw your hands in the air\n  start_ms: 203960\n  end_ms: 206450\n- text: And wave 'em like you just don't care\n  start_ms: 206450\n  end_ms: 208390\n- text: And if y'all wanna rock the house tonight\n  start_ms: 208390\n  end_ms: 210340\n- text: Somebody say \"Oh, yeah\" (oh, yeah)\n  start_ms: 210340\n  end_ms: 213430\n- text: Oh, yeah (oh, yeah)\n  start_ms: 213430\n  end_ms: 215850\n- text: Now I hear ya\n  start_ms: 215850\n  end_ms: 216600\n- text: Now I hear ya, hear ya, hear ya, hear ya, hear ya\n  start_ms: 216600\n  end_ms: 219490\n- text: Now I hear ya, hear ya\n  start_ms: 219490\n  end_ms: 221470\n- text: Now before we go I want you to know who you been listening to\n  start_ms: 221470\n  end_ms: 225820\n- text: It's devastating sound of Kool Moe Dee dedicated to all the old crew\n  start_ms: 225820\n  end_ms: 229940\n- text: This is the way we used to rhyme\n  start_ms: 229940\n  end_ms: 232130\n- text: These are the rhymes that we used to say\n  start_ms: 232130\n  end_ms: 234720\n- text: This is the way we used to sound\n  start_ms: 234720\n  end_ms: 237090\n- text: Way, way back in the day\n  start_ms: 237090\n  end_ms: 239310\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 239310\nplain: |-\n  What we're gonna do right here is go back\n  Way back\n  Back, back into time\n\n  Alright y'all, this is Kool Moe Dee\n  And me and my DJ Easy Lee are about to take you all the way back\n  Way back when we used to rhyme like this\n\n  Dip, dip, dive, so-socialize\n  Clean out your ears and open your eyes\n  We gonna rock with the bass, roll with the high's\n  Gonna say a funky rhyme and make you all come alive\n\n  Hip hop, the hippie, the hippie\n  To the hip hip-hop, and you don't stop the rock\n  First you rock the hip and then you rock the hop\n  Then you hippie the hop and don't stop\n\n  Going on and on and on and on\n  Like hot butter on say what the popcorn\n  Gonna rock the beat to the break of dawn\n  Gonna party, party, party 'til you're all going home\n\n  This is the way we used to rhyme\n  These are the rhymes that we used to say\n  This is the way we used to sound\n  Way, way back in the day\n\n  Clap your hands and stomp your feet\n  And rock to the rhythm of the funky beat\n  Stomp your feet and clap your hands\n  'Cause I am the man with the master plan\n\n  Going back and forth and forth and back\n  Three words for the wack, stay the hell back\n  If the wack may attack keep the wack back\n  This drum machine is guaranteed to 'cause a heart attack\n\n  Going up to the ceiling, down to the floor\n  Bounce around the walls and back out the door\n  Tried to come back in cause you want more\n  Those funky rhymes galore\n\n  This is the way we used to rhyme\n  These are the rhymes that we used to say\n  This is the way we used to sound\n  Way, way back in the day\n\n  Pepper to the salt, salt to the pepper\n  Don't come to the party if you're a half-stepper\n  Salt to the pepper, pepper to the salt\n  If you can't rock to this it ain't my fault\n\n  A lime to a lemon, a lemon to a lime\n  I rock the rhyme in half the time\n  From a lemon to a lime, a lime to a lemon\n  You know Moe Dee gets all the women\n\n  Put your feet on the rhythm, put your feet on the rock\n  Put your feet on the rock\n  Put your feet on the rhythm, put your feet on the rock\n  Put your feet on the rock\n\n  This is the way we used to rhyme\n  These are the rhymes that we used to say\n  This is the way we used to sound\n  Way, way back in the day\n\n  Al Capone on the microphone\n  The Clark Gable on the turntable\n  I'm the Jesse and James of the hip hop game\n  Put all the suckers, suckers, suckers, suckers to shame\n\n  I'm twice as nice skating on ice\n  I'm giving you a taste of the disco slice\n  Like four, five, six on Cee-lo Dice\n  And I get more sex than a cat chase mice\n\n  Rock and roll, and roll and rock\n  Let's rock to the rhythm of the rock, rock, rock\n  And roll and rock, and rock and roll\n  Come on, party people, let's get out of control\n\n  Now the people in the back and not the wack\n  To the people on the side, let's ride\n  To the people in the middle let me see you wiggle\n  And people on the top, don't stop\n\n  Jump up, jump up\n  Just like a disco duck\n  Go down, go down\n  Just like a disco clown\n  Go on, go on\n  To, to the break of dawn\n  Jump back, jump back\n  And I can rock it like this 'cause I got it like that\n\n  Now do it, do it, do, do, do it\n  Do it, do it, do it\n  Do it, do it, do, do, do it\n  Do, do it, do it\n  Now throw your hands in the air\n  And wave 'em like you just don't care\n  And if y'all wanna rock the house tonight\n  Somebody say \"Oh, yeah\" (oh, yeah)\n  Oh, yeah (oh, yeah)\n\n  Now I hear ya\n  Now I hear ya, hear ya, hear ya, hear ya, hear ya\n  Now I hear ya, hear ya\n  Now before we go I want you to know who you been listening to\n  It's devastating sound of Kool Moe Dee dedicated to all the old crew\n\n  This is the way we used to rhyme\n  These are the rhymes that we used to say\n  This is the way we used to sound\n  Way, way back in the day\n"}]