[{"id":9854809,"name":"Tic Toc (a cappella)","trackName":"Tic Toc (a cappella)","artistName":"Lords of the Underground","albumName":"Tic Toc","duration":234.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Tic toc, this is how we rock\nthrow your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nthrow your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\n(Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[DOITALL:]\n\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nwe're those same (um) brothers that brought you \"Chief Rock\"\nNow, um, underground's my style\nto this I have vows\nand I swear to my god\nI'll always rock a crowd\nSo (um) peace to my area, N.W.K.\nwhich is scarier\nso if your on the deals,\nwho cares, the more the merrier\nNow right off South Orange\non the block of one-nine\nof course, thirteenth ave\nis my stomping grounds\nI open up my chest\nand to my 'hood give my heart\n'cause without the heart\nthen your 'hood falls apart\nSo respect to the cement\nthe park called \"the Corner\"\n'cause that's where the DOITALL TWO was performing\nRunnin' from the cops\nI couldn't be stopped\n'cause i was jumpin' big gates that connected the blocks\nNow before making records\nthe 'hood was my savior\nbut now I'm making tunes to make you jam wit 'cha neighbor...\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\n(Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[MR. FUNKYMAN]\nWell, I be the funk-ular\nultra-funk-ular\ngamma-funk-ular\nHalf you rappers out there couldn't see me with binoculars\nAnyone who thinks he'll take me out is just a dreamer\nIf you think you're the bomb, then I'm Hiroshima\nWhen I die,\nI hope they're making records up in heaven\nOn a scale of one to ten,\nI'm like 100-5th-11\nand sticks-and-stones-may-break-my-bones\nbut if you ever try to dis the Lords, then it's on\nI go on beat...\noff beat...\nthen jump right back on time\nI drop another rhyme\nand talk about your fat ugly mama (EEWWW!)\nM.C.'s cannot rock me\nI'm stone-proof\nMe grabbin' the mic\nis like Superman running to a phone booth\nStraight from Martin Luther King Boulevard\nIn the heart of Newark, New Jersey,\nmake you say \"Lord have mercy\"\nIf you step up in my face\nthen it's do or die\nand I'M GONNA MAKE YOU CRY! (waaahhhhh!)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\n(Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[DOITALL:]\n\nWell, times have changed\nnot only for the urban\nbut also for suburban\nWe get props, we're deservin'\nFrom black kids, to white kids\nI see them bob their heads,\nfrom the blond hair, to redhead\nI even seen a dread\nSo now it doesn't matter\nas the clock winds down\nwith the tic and the toc\nbecause they love the sound\nBut people 'round your area\nsay you sell out\nbecause you sell a million copies\nand your tour goes BAAAAOOWW!\nSo do it for yourself,\nand do it for the 'hood,\nbut do it from the heart,\n'cause that's when it's good\nNow tell me what's gonna happen\nafter the rappin'\nwhen the clock ticks away\nand ain't nothin' happenin'...\n[MR. FUNKYMAN]\n.I remember way back in the days on my block\nwhen the kids used to meet up in the hallway and rock\non Martin Luther King's boulevard\nwith P.C., WISE, EASY ED, and my brother HARD BERNARD\nused to hit the ill rhymes from the head\nwhile I'd hit the beat on the wall until my hands turned red\nYou had the SHORTY TWO M.C.'S,\nTHE EDUCATED THREE,\nI have to give them props for helping me be me\nNow I'm the one who's educated\nI suffered but I made it\nI only write rhymes that will be appreciated\nNo matter how large I get\nthe fire still burns\n'Cause from the 'hood I came\nand to the 'hood I must return...\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\n(Tic toc, you don't stop...)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.35] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:07.65] throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[00:10.35] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:12.25] throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[00:15.88] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:18.52] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[00:20.33] [DOITALL:]\n[00:22.13] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:23.08] we're those same (um) brothers that brought you \"Chief Rock\"\n[00:25.73] Now, um, underground's my style\n[00:26.60] to this I have vows\n[00:28.42] and I swear to my god\n[00:29.33] I'll always rock a crowd\n[00:31.18] So (um) peace to my area, N.W.K.\n[00:32.07] which is scarier\n[00:32.95] so if your on the deals,\n[00:36.39] who cares, the more the merrier\n[00:37.23] Now right off South Orange\n[00:38.17] on the block of one-nine\n[00:39.06] of course, thirteenth ave\n[00:40.35] is my stomping grounds\n[00:41.33] I open up my chest\n[00:43.15] and to my 'hood give my heart\n[00:44.04] 'cause without the heart\n[00:45.00] then your 'hood falls apart\n[00:46.86] So respect to the cement\n[00:47.77] the park called \"the Corner\"\n[00:49.51] 'cause that's where the DOITALL TWO was performing\n[00:52.28] Runnin' from the cops\n[00:53.15] I couldn't be stopped\n[00:54.01] 'cause i was jumpin' big gates that connected the blocks\n[00:56.73] Now before making records\n[00:58.51] the 'hood was my savior\n[00:59.47] but now I'm making tunes to make you jam wit 'cha neighbor...\n[01:01.29] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:04.89] Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[01:07.69] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:10.33] Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[01:13.04] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:13.99] Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n[01:18.05] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:19.85] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[01:23.20] [MR. FUNKYMAN]\n[01:24.19] Well, I be the funk-ular\n[01:25.02] ultra-funk-ular\n[01:25.98] gamma-funk-ular\n[01:26.85] Half you rappers out there couldn't see me with binoculars\n[01:28.62] Anyone who thinks he'll take me out is just a dreamer\n[01:31.31] If you think you're the bomb, then I'm Hiroshima\n[01:34.12] When I die,\n[01:35.09] I hope they're making records up in heaven\n[01:35.97] On a scale of one to ten,\n[01:37.75] I'm like 100-5th-11\n[01:38.64] and sticks-and-stones-may-break-my-bones\n[01:41.31] but if you ever try to dis the Lords, then it's on\n[01:43.15] I go on beat...\n[01:44.90] off beat...\n[01:45.88] then jump right back on time\n[01:46.76] I drop another rhyme\n[01:47.68] and talk about your fat ugly mama (EEWWW!)\n[01:49.44] M.C.'s cannot rock me\n[01:50.38] I'm stone-proof\n[01:52.22] Me grabbin' the mic\n[01:53.15] is like Superman running to a phone booth\n[01:54.06] Straight from Martin Luther King Boulevard\n[01:57.11] In the heart of Newark, New Jersey,\n[01:58.95] make you say \"Lord have mercy\"\n[01:59.95] If you step up in my face\n[02:00.83] then it's do or die\n[02:01.98] and I'M GONNA MAKE YOU CRY! (waaahhhhh!)\n[02:05.34] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[02:08.09] Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[02:10.72] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[02:13.44] Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[02:16.18] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[02:17.95] Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n[02:20.64] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[02:23.43] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[02:25.28] [DOITALL:]\n[02:26.15] Well, times have changed\n[02:27.95] not only for the urban\n[02:28.87] but also for suburban\n[02:29.72] We get props, we're deservin'\n[02:31.51] From black kids, to white kids\n[02:32.41] I see them bob their heads,\n[02:34.34] from the blond hair, to redhead\n[02:35.26] I even seen a dread\n[02:36.12] So now it doesn't matter\n[02:39.63] as the clock winds down\n[02:41.13] with the tic and the toc\n[02:42.51] because they love the sound\n[02:43.48] But people 'round your area\n[02:44.32] say you sell out\n[02:46.13] because you sell a million copies\n[02:47.03] and your tour goes BAAAAOOWW!\n[02:47.98] So do it for yourself,\n[02:48.85] and do it for the 'hood,\n[02:50.69] but do it from the heart,\n[02:51.54] 'cause that's when it's good\n[02:52.49] Now tell me what's gonna happen\n[02:53.47] after the rappin'\n[02:55.18] when the clock ticks away\n[02:56.18] and ain't nothin' happenin'...\n[02:57.00] [MR. FUNKYMAN]\n[02:57.93] .I remember way back in the days on my block\n[02:59.77] when the kids used to meet up in the hallway and rock\n[03:02.46] on Martin Luther King's boulevard\n[03:04.26] with P.C., WISE, EASY ED, and my brother HARD BERNARD\n[03:07.81] used to hit the ill rhymes from the head\n[03:10.64] while I'd hit the beat on the wall until my hands turned red\n[03:12.42] You had the SHORTY TWO M.C.'S,\n[03:14.27] THE EDUCATED THREE,\n[03:16.81] I have to give them props for helping me be me\n[03:18.85] Now I'm the one who's educated\n[03:20.38] I suffered but I made it\n[03:21.23] I only write rhymes that will be appreciated\n[03:23.99] No matter how large I get\n[03:24.85] the fire still burns\n[03:26.66] 'Cause from the 'hood I came\n[03:27.51] and to the 'hood I must return...\n[03:28.48] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:31.17] Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[03:33.99] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:37.51] Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[03:39.30] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:42.12] Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n[03:44.89] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:46.66] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[03:49.32] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tic Toc (a cappella)\n  artist: Lords of the Underground\n  album: Tic Toc\n  duration_ms: 234000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 1350\n  end_ms: 7650\n- text: throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  start_ms: 7650\n  end_ms: 10350\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 10350\n  end_ms: 12250\n- text: throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  start_ms: 12250\n  end_ms: 15880\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 15880\n  end_ms: 18520\n- text: (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  start_ms: 18520\n  end_ms: 20330\n- text: '[DOITALL:]'\n  start_ms: 20330\n  end_ms: 22130\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 22130\n  end_ms: 23080\n- text: we're those same (um) brothers that brought you \"Chief Rock\"\n  start_ms: 23080\n  end_ms: 25730\n- text: Now, um, underground's my style\n  start_ms: 25730\n  end_ms: 26600\n- text: to this I have vows\n  start_ms: 26600\n  end_ms: 28420\n- text: and I swear to my god\n  start_ms: 28420\n  end_ms: 29330\n- text: I'll always rock a crowd\n  start_ms: 29330\n  end_ms: 31180\n- text: So (um) peace to my area, N.W.K.\n  start_ms: 31180\n  end_ms: 32070\n- text: which is scarier\n  start_ms: 32070\n  end_ms: 32950\n- text: so if your on the deals,\n  start_ms: 32950\n  end_ms: 36390\n- text: who cares, the more the merrier\n  start_ms: 36390\n  end_ms: 37230\n- text: Now right off South Orange\n  start_ms: 37230\n  end_ms: 38170\n- text: on the block of one-nine\n  start_ms: 38170\n  end_ms: 39060\n- text: of course, thirteenth ave\n  start_ms: 39060\n  end_ms: 40350\n- text: is my stomping grounds\n  start_ms: 40350\n  end_ms: 41330\n- text: I open up my chest\n  start_ms: 41330\n  end_ms: 43150\n- text: and to my 'hood give my heart\n  start_ms: 43150\n  end_ms: 44040\n- text: '''cause without the heart'\n  start_ms: 44040\n  end_ms: 45000\n- text: then your 'hood falls apart\n  start_ms: 45000\n  end_ms: 46860\n- text: So respect to the cement\n  start_ms: 46860\n  end_ms: 47770\n- text: the park called \"the Corner\"\n  start_ms: 47770\n  end_ms: 49510\n- text: '''cause that''s where the DOITALL TWO was performing'\n  start_ms: 49510\n  end_ms: 52280\n- text: Runnin' from the cops\n  start_ms: 52280\n  end_ms: 53150\n- text: I couldn't be stopped\n  start_ms: 53150\n  end_ms: 54010\n- text: '''cause i was jumpin'' big gates that connected the blocks'\n  start_ms: 54010\n  end_ms: 56730\n- text: Now before making records\n  start_ms: 56730\n  end_ms: 58510\n- text: the 'hood was my savior\n  start_ms: 58510\n  end_ms: 59470\n- text: but now I'm making tunes to make you jam wit 'cha neighbor...\n  start_ms: 59470\n  end_ms: 61290\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 61290\n  end_ms: 64890\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  start_ms: 64890\n  end_ms: 67690\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 67690\n  end_ms: 70330\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  start_ms: 70330\n  end_ms: 73040\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 73040\n  end_ms: 73990\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n  start_ms: 73990\n  end_ms: 78050\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 78050\n  end_ms: 79850\n- text: (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  start_ms: 79850\n  end_ms: 83200\n- text: '[MR. 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FUNKYMAN]'\n  start_ms: 177000\n  end_ms: 177930\n- text: .I remember way back in the days on my block\n  start_ms: 177930\n  end_ms: 179770\n- text: when the kids used to meet up in the hallway and rock\n  start_ms: 179770\n  end_ms: 182460\n- text: on Martin Luther King's boulevard\n  start_ms: 182460\n  end_ms: 184260\n- text: with P.C., WISE, EASY ED, and my brother HARD BERNARD\n  start_ms: 184260\n  end_ms: 187810\n- text: used to hit the ill rhymes from the head\n  start_ms: 187810\n  end_ms: 190640\n- text: while I'd hit the beat on the wall until my hands turned red\n  start_ms: 190640\n  end_ms: 192420\n- text: You had the SHORTY TWO M.C.'S,\n  start_ms: 192420\n  end_ms: 194270\n- text: THE EDUCATED THREE,\n  start_ms: 194270\n  end_ms: 196810\n- text: I have to give them props for helping me be me\n  start_ms: 196810\n  end_ms: 198850\n- text: Now I'm the one who's educated\n  start_ms: 198850\n  end_ms: 200380\n- text: I suffered but I made it\n  start_ms: 200380\n  end_ms: 201230\n- text: I only write rhymes that will be appreciated\n  start_ms: 201230\n  end_ms: 203990\n- text: No matter how large I get\n  start_ms: 203990\n  end_ms: 204850\n- text: the fire still burns\n  start_ms: 204850\n  end_ms: 206660\n- text: '''Cause from the ''hood I came'\n  start_ms: 206660\n  end_ms: 207510\n- text: and to the 'hood I must return...\n  start_ms: 207510\n  end_ms: 208480\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 208480\n  end_ms: 211170\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  start_ms: 211170\n  end_ms: 213990\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 213990\n  end_ms: 217510\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  start_ms: 217510\n  end_ms: 219300\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 219300\n  end_ms: 222120\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n  start_ms: 222120\n  end_ms: 224890\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 224890\n  end_ms: 226660\n- text: (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  start_ms: 226660\n  end_ms: 229320\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 229320\nplain: |-\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  [DOITALL:]\n\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  we're those same (um) brothers that brought you \"Chief Rock\"\n  Now, um, underground's my style\n  to this I have vows\n  and I swear to my god\n  I'll always rock a crowd\n  So (um) peace to my area, N.W.K.\n  which is scarier\n  so if your on the deals,\n  who cares, the more the merrier\n  Now right off South Orange\n  on the block of one-nine\n  of course, thirteenth ave\n  is my stomping grounds\n  I open up my chest\n  and to my 'hood give my heart\n  'cause without the heart\n  then your 'hood falls apart\n  So respect to the cement\n  the park called \"the Corner\"\n  'cause that's where the DOITALL TWO was performing\n  Runnin' from the cops\n  I couldn't be stopped\n  'cause i was jumpin' big gates that connected the blocks\n  Now before making records\n  the 'hood was my savior\n  but now I'm making tunes to make you jam wit 'cha neighbor...\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  [MR. FUNKYMAN]\n  Well, I be the funk-ular\n  ultra-funk-ular\n  gamma-funk-ular\n  Half you rappers out there couldn't see me with binoculars\n  Anyone who thinks he'll take me out is just a dreamer\n  If you think you're the bomb, then I'm Hiroshima\n  When I die,\n  I hope they're making records up in heaven\n  On a scale of one to ten,\n  I'm like 100-5th-11\n  and sticks-and-stones-may-break-my-bones\n  but if you ever try to dis the Lords, then it's on\n  I go on beat...\n  off beat...\n  then jump right back on time\n  I drop another rhyme\n  and talk about your fat ugly mama (EEWWW!)\n  M.C.'s cannot rock me\n  I'm stone-proof\n  Me grabbin' the mic\n  is like Superman running to a phone booth\n  Straight from Martin Luther King Boulevard\n  In the heart of Newark, New Jersey,\n  make you say \"Lord have mercy\"\n  If you step up in my face\n  then it's do or die\n  and I'M GONNA MAKE YOU CRY! 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FUNKYMAN]\n  .I remember way back in the days on my block\n  when the kids used to meet up in the hallway and rock\n  on Martin Luther King's boulevard\n  with P.C., WISE, EASY ED, and my brother HARD BERNARD\n  used to hit the ill rhymes from the head\n  while I'd hit the beat on the wall until my hands turned red\n  You had the SHORTY TWO M.C.'S,\n  THE EDUCATED THREE,\n  I have to give them props for helping me be me\n  Now I'm the one who's educated\n  I suffered but I made it\n  I only write rhymes that will be appreciated\n  No matter how large I get\n  the fire still burns\n  'Cause from the 'hood I came\n  and to the 'hood I must return...\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n"},{"id":9854806,"name":"Tic Toc (TV mix)","trackName":"Tic Toc (TV mix)","artistName":"Lords of the Underground","albumName":"Tic Toc","duration":233.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Tic toc, this is how we rock\nthrow your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nthrow your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\n(Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[DOITALL:]\n\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nwe're those same (um) brothers that brought you \"Chief Rock\"\nNow, um, underground's my style\nto this I have vows\nand I swear to my god\nI'll always rock a crowd\nSo (um) peace to my area, N.W.K.\nwhich is scarier\nso if your on the deals,\nwho cares, the more the merrier\nNow right off South Orange\non the block of one-nine\nof course, thirteenth ave\nis my stomping grounds\nI open up my chest\nand to my 'hood give my heart\n'cause without the heart\nthen your 'hood falls apart\nSo respect to the cement\nthe park called \"the Corner\"\n'cause that's where the DOITALL TWO was performing\nRunnin' from the cops\nI couldn't be stopped\n'cause i was jumpin' big gates that connected the blocks\nNow before making records\nthe 'hood was my savior\nbut now I'm making tunes to make you jam wit 'cha neighbor...\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\n(Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[MR. FUNKYMAN]\nWell, I be the funk-ular\nultra-funk-ular\ngamma-funk-ular\nHalf you rappers out there couldn't see me with binoculars\nAnyone who thinks he'll take me out is just a dreamer\nIf you think you're the bomb, then I'm Hiroshima\nWhen I die,\nI hope they're making records up in heaven\nOn a scale of one to ten,\nI'm like 100-5th-11\nand sticks-and-stones-may-break-my-bones\nbut if you ever try to dis the Lords, then it's on\nI go on beat...\noff beat...\nthen jump right back on time\nI drop another rhyme\nand talk about your fat ugly mama (EEWWW!)\nM.C.'s cannot rock me\nI'm stone-proof\nMe grabbin' the mic\nis like Superman running to a phone booth\nStraight from Martin Luther King Boulevard\nIn the heart of Newark, New Jersey,\nmake you say \"Lord have mercy\"\nIf you step up in my face\nthen it's do or die\nand I'M GONNA MAKE YOU CRY! 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FUNKYMAN]\n.I remember way back in the days on my block\nwhen the kids used to meet up in the hallway and rock\non Martin Luther King's boulevard\nwith P.C., WISE, EASY ED, and my brother HARD BERNARD\nused to hit the ill rhymes from the head\nwhile I'd hit the beat on the wall until my hands turned red\nYou had the SHORTY TWO M.C.'S,\nTHE EDUCATED THREE,\nI have to give them props for helping me be me\nNow I'm the one who's educated\nI suffered but I made it\nI only write rhymes that will be appreciated\nNo matter how large I get\nthe fire still burns\n'Cause from the 'hood I came\nand to the 'hood I must return...\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\n(Tic toc, you don't stop...)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.82] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:07.41] throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[00:10.25] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:12.84] throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[00:15.88] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:18.35] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[00:20.09] [DOITALL:]\n[00:20.32] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:23.28] we're those same (um) brothers that brought you \"Chief Rock\"\n[00:25.83] Now, um, underground's my style\n[00:27.18] to this I have vows\n[00:28.45] and I swear to my god\n[00:29.63] I'll always rock a crowd\n[00:31.17] So (um) peace to my area, N.W.K.\n[00:32.77] which is scarier\n[00:34.25] so if your on the deals,\n[00:35.47] who cares, the more the merrier\n[00:36.96] Now right off South Orange\n[00:38.05] on the block of one-nine\n[00:39.06] of course, thirteenth ave\n[00:40.52] is my stomping grounds\n[00:41.79] I open up my chest\n[00:42.93] and to my 'hood give my heart\n[00:44.25] 'cause without the heart\n[00:45.54] then your 'hood falls apart\n[00:46.98] So respect to the cement\n[00:48.13] the park called \"the Corner\"\n[00:49.42] 'cause that's where the DOITALL TWO was performing\n[00:52.04] Runnin' from the cops\n[00:53.40] I couldn't be stopped\n[00:54.78] 'cause i was jumpin' big gates that connected the blocks\n[00:57.17] Now before making records\n[00:58.72] the 'hood was my savior\n[01:00.03] but now I'm making tunes to make you jam wit 'cha neighbor...\n[01:02.52] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:05.11] Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[01:08.39] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:10.91] Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[01:13.63] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:15.78] Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n[01:18.75] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:21.22] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[01:22.82] [MR. FUNKYMAN]\n[01:23.28] Well, I be the funk-ular\n[01:24.59] ultra-funk-ular\n[01:25.60] gamma-funk-ular\n[01:26.53] Half you rappers out there couldn't see me with binoculars\n[01:28.66] Anyone who thinks he'll take me out is just a dreamer\n[01:31.16] If you think you're the bomb, then I'm Hiroshima\n[01:33.09] When I die,\n[01:34.72] I hope they're making records up in heaven\n[01:36.58] On a scale of one to ten,\n[01:37.78] I'm like 100-5th-11\n[01:39.66] and sticks-and-stones-may-break-my-bones\n[01:41.73] but if you ever try to dis the Lords, then it's on\n[01:44.33] I go on beat...\n[01:45.44] off beat...\n[01:46.17] then jump right back on time\n[01:47.25] I drop another rhyme\n[01:48.49] and talk about your fat ugly mama (EEWWW!)\n[01:49.98] M.C.'s cannot rock me\n[01:51.03] I'm stone-proof\n[01:52.06] Me grabbin' the mic\n[01:52.90] is like Superman running to a phone booth\n[01:54.17] Straight from Martin Luther King Boulevard\n[01:57.28] In the heart of Newark, New Jersey,\n[01:58.81] make you say \"Lord have mercy\"\n[02:00.27] If you step up in my face\n[02:01.40] then it's do or die\n[02:02.75] and I'M GONNA MAKE YOU CRY! (waaahhhhh!)\n[02:05.34] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[02:07.95] Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[02:10.57] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[02:13.17] Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[02:16.15] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[02:18.47] Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n[02:21.57] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[02:23.88] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[02:25.43] [DOITALL:]\n[02:26.03] Well, times have changed\n[02:27.58] not only for the urban\n[02:28.76] but also for suburban\n[02:30.22] We get props, we're deservin'\n[02:31.57] From black kids, to white kids\n[02:32.83] I see them bob their heads,\n[02:34.26] from the blond hair, to redhead\n[02:35.40] I even seen a dread\n[02:36.77] So now it doesn't matter\n[02:38.13] as the clock winds down\n[02:39.56] with the tic and the toc\n[02:40.86] because they love the sound\n[02:42.11] But people 'round your area\n[02:43.49] say you sell out\n[02:44.83] because you sell a million copies\n[02:46.12] and your tour goes BAAAAOOWW!\n[02:47.37] So do it for yourself,\n[02:48.72] and do it for the 'hood,\n[02:50.03] but do it from the heart,\n[02:51.24] 'cause that's when it's good\n[02:52.53] Now tell me what's gonna happen\n[02:53.99] after the rappin'\n[02:55.29] when the clock ticks away\n[02:56.59] and ain't nothin' happenin'...\n[02:57.86] [MR. FUNKYMAN]\n[02:58.56] .I remember way back in the days on my block\n[02:59.33] when the kids used to meet up in the hallway and rock\n[03:02.74] on Martin Luther King's boulevard\n[03:04.74] with P.C., WISE, EASY ED, and my brother HARD BERNARD\n[03:08.12] used to hit the ill rhymes from the head\n[03:09.67] while I'd hit the beat on the wall until my hands turned red\n[03:13.28] You had the SHORTY TWO M.C.'S,\n[03:14.90] THE EDUCATED THREE,\n[03:16.34] I have to give them props for helping me be me\n[03:18.50] Now I'm the one who's educated\n[03:20.17] I suffered but I made it\n[03:22.16] I only write rhymes that will be appreciated\n[03:23.77] No matter how large I get\n[03:25.57] the fire still burns\n[03:26.73] 'Cause from the 'hood I came\n[03:28.80] and to the 'hood I must return...\n[03:30.83] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:31.60] Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[03:34.32] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:35.53] Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[03:39.64] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:42.34] Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n[03:43.91] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:47.46] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[03:49.08] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tic Toc (TV mix)\n  artist: Lords of the Underground\n  album: Tic Toc\n  duration_ms: 233000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 1820\n  end_ms: 7410\n- text: throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  start_ms: 7410\n  end_ms: 10250\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 10250\n  end_ms: 12840\n- text: throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  start_ms: 12840\n  end_ms: 15880\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 15880\n  end_ms: 18350\n- text: (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  start_ms: 18350\n  end_ms: 20090\n- text: '[DOITALL:]'\n  start_ms: 20090\n  end_ms: 20320\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 20320\n  end_ms: 23280\n- text: we're those same (um) brothers that brought you \"Chief Rock\"\n  start_ms: 23280\n  end_ms: 25830\n- text: Now, um, underground's my style\n  start_ms: 25830\n  end_ms: 27180\n- text: to this I have vows\n  start_ms: 27180\n  end_ms: 28450\n- text: and I swear to my god\n  start_ms: 28450\n  end_ms: 29630\n- text: I'll always rock a crowd\n  start_ms: 29630\n  end_ms: 31170\n- text: So (um) peace to my area, N.W.K.\n  start_ms: 31170\n  end_ms: 32770\n- text: which is scarier\n  start_ms: 32770\n  end_ms: 34250\n- text: so if your on the deals,\n  start_ms: 34250\n  end_ms: 35470\n- text: who cares, the more the merrier\n  start_ms: 35470\n  end_ms: 36960\n- text: Now right off South Orange\n  start_ms: 36960\n  end_ms: 38050\n- text: on the block of one-nine\n  start_ms: 38050\n  end_ms: 39060\n- text: of course, thirteenth ave\n  start_ms: 39060\n  end_ms: 40520\n- text: is my stomping grounds\n  start_ms: 40520\n  end_ms: 41790\n- text: I open up my chest\n  start_ms: 41790\n  end_ms: 42930\n- text: and to my 'hood give my heart\n  start_ms: 42930\n  end_ms: 44250\n- text: '''cause without the heart'\n  start_ms: 44250\n  end_ms: 45540\n- text: then your 'hood falls apart\n  start_ms: 45540\n  end_ms: 46980\n- text: So respect to the cement\n  start_ms: 46980\n  end_ms: 48130\n- text: the park called \"the Corner\"\n  start_ms: 48130\n  end_ms: 49420\n- text: '''cause that''s where the DOITALL TWO was performing'\n  start_ms: 49420\n  end_ms: 52040\n- text: Runnin' from the cops\n  start_ms: 52040\n  end_ms: 53400\n- text: I couldn't be stopped\n  start_ms: 53400\n  end_ms: 54780\n- text: '''cause i was jumpin'' big gates that connected the blocks'\n  start_ms: 54780\n  end_ms: 57170\n- text: Now before making records\n  start_ms: 57170\n  end_ms: 58720\n- text: the 'hood was my savior\n  start_ms: 58720\n  end_ms: 60030\n- text: but now I'm making tunes to make you jam wit 'cha neighbor...\n  start_ms: 60030\n  end_ms: 62520\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 62520\n  end_ms: 65110\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  start_ms: 65110\n  end_ms: 68390\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 68390\n  end_ms: 70910\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  start_ms: 70910\n  end_ms: 73630\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 73630\n  end_ms: 75780\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n  start_ms: 75780\n  end_ms: 78750\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 78750\n  end_ms: 81220\n- text: (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  start_ms: 81220\n  end_ms: 82820\n- text: '[MR. 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FUNKYMAN]\n  Well, I be the funk-ular\n  ultra-funk-ular\n  gamma-funk-ular\n  Half you rappers out there couldn't see me with binoculars\n  Anyone who thinks he'll take me out is just a dreamer\n  If you think you're the bomb, then I'm Hiroshima\n  When I die,\n  I hope they're making records up in heaven\n  On a scale of one to ten,\n  I'm like 100-5th-11\n  and sticks-and-stones-may-break-my-bones\n  but if you ever try to dis the Lords, then it's on\n  I go on beat...\n  off beat...\n  then jump right back on time\n  I drop another rhyme\n  and talk about your fat ugly mama (EEWWW!)\n  M.C.'s cannot rock me\n  I'm stone-proof\n  Me grabbin' the mic\n  is like Superman running to a phone booth\n  Straight from Martin Luther King Boulevard\n  In the heart of Newark, New Jersey,\n  make you say \"Lord have mercy\"\n  If you step up in my face\n  then it's do or die\n  and I'M GONNA MAKE YOU CRY! 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FUNKYMAN]\n.I remember way back in the days on my block\nwhen the kids used to meet up in the hallway and rock\non Martin Luther King's boulevard\nwith P.C., WISE, EASY ED, and my brother HARD BERNARD\nused to hit the ill rhymes from the head\nwhile I'd hit the beat on the wall until my hands turned red\nYou had the SHORTY TWO M.C.'S,\nTHE EDUCATED THREE,\nI have to give them props for helping me be me\nNow I'm the one who's educated\nI suffered but I made it\nI only write rhymes that will be appreciated\nNo matter how large I get\nthe fire still burns\n'Cause from the 'hood I came\nand to the 'hood I must return...\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\n(Tic toc, you don't stop...)","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.43] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:07.21] throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[00:09.98] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:12.62] throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[00:15.43] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:17.23] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[00:19.98] [DOITALL:]\n[00:20.85] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:22.69] we're those same (um) brothers that brought you \"Chief Rock\"\n[00:25.34] Now, um, underground's my style\n[00:27.29] to this I have vows\n[00:28.17] and I swear to my god\n[00:29.08] I'll always rock a crowd\n[00:30.88] So (um) peace to my area, N.W.K.\n[00:32.61] which is scarier\n[00:33.53] so if your on the deals,\n[00:34.48] who cares, the more the merrier\n[00:36.36] Now right off South Orange\n[00:37.26] on the block of one-nine\n[00:39.01] of course, thirteenth ave\n[00:39.94] is my stomping grounds\n[00:41.72] I open up my chest\n[00:42.67] and to my 'hood give my heart\n[00:43.51] 'cause without the heart\n[00:44.45] then your 'hood falls apart\n[00:46.38] So respect to the cement\n[00:47.23] the park called \"the Corner\"\n[00:49.09] 'cause that's where the DOITALL TWO was performing\n[00:51.75] Runnin' from the cops\n[00:52.66] I couldn't be stopped\n[00:54.41] 'cause i was jumpin' big gates that connected the blocks\n[00:56.28] Now before making records\n[00:58.07] the 'hood was my savior\n[00:58.99] but now I'm making tunes to make you jam wit 'cha neighbor...\n[01:01.61] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:04.30] Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[01:08.02] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:09.89] Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[01:12.56] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:15.22] Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n[01:18.03] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:19.85] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[01:22.50] [MR. 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FUNKYMAN]\n[02:57.78] .I remember way back in the days on my block\n[02:59.54] when the kids used to meet up in the hallway and rock\n[03:02.29] on Martin Luther King's boulevard\n[03:04.03] with P.C., WISE, EASY ED, and my brother HARD BERNARD\n[03:07.68] used to hit the ill rhymes from the head\n[03:09.41] while I'd hit the beat on the wall until my hands turned red\n[03:12.16] You had the SHORTY TWO M.C.'S,\n[03:14.85] THE EDUCATED THREE,\n[03:15.76] I have to give them props for helping me be me\n[03:17.52] Now I'm the one who's educated\n[03:19.35] I suffered but I made it\n[03:21.23] I only write rhymes that will be appreciated\n[03:22.02] No matter how large I get\n[03:23.94] the fire still burns\n[03:24.80] 'Cause from the 'hood I came\n[03:27.50] and to the 'hood I must return...\n[03:29.31] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:31.12] Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[03:34.73] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:36.59] Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[03:39.28] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:41.97] Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n[03:44.65] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:47.30] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[03:49.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tic Toc (rumblin' inst.)\n  artist: Lords of the Underground\n  album: Tic Toc\n  duration_ms: 232000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 5430\n  end_ms: 7210\n- text: throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  start_ms: 7210\n  end_ms: 9980\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 9980\n  end_ms: 12620\n- text: throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  start_ms: 12620\n  end_ms: 15430\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 15430\n  end_ms: 17230\n- text: (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  start_ms: 17230\n  end_ms: 19980\n- text: '[DOITALL:]'\n  start_ms: 19980\n  end_ms: 20850\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 20850\n  end_ms: 22690\n- text: we're those same (um) brothers that brought you \"Chief Rock\"\n  start_ms: 22690\n  end_ms: 25340\n- text: Now, um, underground's my style\n  start_ms: 25340\n  end_ms: 27290\n- text: to this I have vows\n  start_ms: 27290\n  end_ms: 28170\n- text: and I swear to my god\n  start_ms: 28170\n  end_ms: 29080\n- text: I'll always rock a crowd\n  start_ms: 29080\n  end_ms: 30880\n- text: So (um) peace to my area, N.W.K.\n  start_ms: 30880\n  end_ms: 32610\n- text: which is scarier\n  start_ms: 32610\n  end_ms: 33530\n- text: so if your on the deals,\n  start_ms: 33530\n  end_ms: 34480\n- text: who cares, the more the merrier\n  start_ms: 34480\n  end_ms: 36360\n- text: Now right off South Orange\n  start_ms: 36360\n  end_ms: 37260\n- text: on the block of one-nine\n  start_ms: 37260\n  end_ms: 39010\n- text: of course, thirteenth ave\n  start_ms: 39010\n  end_ms: 39940\n- text: is my stomping grounds\n  start_ms: 39940\n  end_ms: 41720\n- text: I open up my chest\n  start_ms: 41720\n  end_ms: 42670\n- text: and to my 'hood give my heart\n  start_ms: 42670\n  end_ms: 43510\n- text: '''cause without the heart'\n  start_ms: 43510\n  end_ms: 44450\n- text: then your 'hood falls apart\n  start_ms: 44450\n  end_ms: 46380\n- text: So respect to the cement\n  start_ms: 46380\n  end_ms: 47230\n- text: the park called \"the Corner\"\n  start_ms: 47230\n  end_ms: 49090\n- text: '''cause that''s where the DOITALL TWO was performing'\n  start_ms: 49090\n  end_ms: 51750\n- text: Runnin' from the cops\n  start_ms: 51750\n  end_ms: 52660\n- text: I couldn't be stopped\n  start_ms: 52660\n  end_ms: 54410\n- text: '''cause i was jumpin'' big gates that connected the blocks'\n  start_ms: 54410\n  end_ms: 56280\n- text: Now before making records\n  start_ms: 56280\n  end_ms: 58070\n- text: the 'hood was my savior\n  start_ms: 58070\n  end_ms: 58990\n- text: but now I'm making tunes to make you jam wit 'cha neighbor...\n  start_ms: 58990\n  end_ms: 61610\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 61610\n  end_ms: 64300\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  start_ms: 64300\n  end_ms: 68020\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 68020\n  end_ms: 69890\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  start_ms: 69890\n  end_ms: 72560\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 72560\n  end_ms: 75220\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n  start_ms: 75220\n  end_ms: 78030\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 78030\n  end_ms: 79850\n- text: (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  start_ms: 79850\n  end_ms: 82500\n- text: '[MR. 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FUNKYMAN]'\n  start_ms: 176800\n  end_ms: 177780\n- text: .I remember way back in the days on my block\n  start_ms: 177780\n  end_ms: 179540\n- text: when the kids used to meet up in the hallway and rock\n  start_ms: 179540\n  end_ms: 182290\n- text: on Martin Luther King's boulevard\n  start_ms: 182290\n  end_ms: 184030\n- text: with P.C., WISE, EASY ED, and my brother HARD BERNARD\n  start_ms: 184030\n  end_ms: 187680\n- text: used to hit the ill rhymes from the head\n  start_ms: 187680\n  end_ms: 189410\n- text: while I'd hit the beat on the wall until my hands turned red\n  start_ms: 189410\n  end_ms: 192160\n- text: You had the SHORTY TWO M.C.'S,\n  start_ms: 192160\n  end_ms: 194850\n- text: THE EDUCATED THREE,\n  start_ms: 194850\n  end_ms: 195760\n- text: I have to give them props for helping me be me\n  start_ms: 195760\n  end_ms: 197520\n- text: Now I'm the one who's educated\n  start_ms: 197520\n  end_ms: 199350\n- text: I suffered but I made it\n  start_ms: 199350\n  end_ms: 201230\n- text: I only write rhymes that will be appreciated\n  start_ms: 201230\n  end_ms: 202020\n- text: No matter how large I get\n  start_ms: 202020\n  end_ms: 203940\n- text: the fire still burns\n  start_ms: 203940\n  end_ms: 204800\n- text: '''Cause from the ''hood I came'\n  start_ms: 204800\n  end_ms: 207500\n- text: and to the 'hood I must return...\n  start_ms: 207500\n  end_ms: 209310\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 209310\n  end_ms: 211120\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  start_ms: 211120\n  end_ms: 214730\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 214730\n  end_ms: 216590\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  start_ms: 216590\n  end_ms: 219280\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 219280\n  end_ms: 221970\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n  start_ms: 221970\n  end_ms: 224650\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 224650\n  end_ms: 227300\n- text: (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  start_ms: 227300\n  end_ms: 229130\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 229130\nplain: |-\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  [DOITALL:]\n\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  we're those same (um) brothers that brought you \"Chief Rock\"\n  Now, um, underground's my style\n  to this I have vows\n  and I swear to my god\n  I'll always rock a crowd\n  So (um) peace to my area, N.W.K.\n  which is scarier\n  so if your on the deals,\n  who cares, the more the merrier\n  Now right off South Orange\n  on the block of one-nine\n  of course, thirteenth ave\n  is my stomping grounds\n  I open up my chest\n  and to my 'hood give my heart\n  'cause without the heart\n  then your 'hood falls apart\n  So respect to the cement\n  the park called \"the Corner\"\n  'cause that's where the DOITALL TWO was performing\n  Runnin' from the cops\n  I couldn't be stopped\n  'cause i was jumpin' big gates that connected the blocks\n  Now before making records\n  the 'hood was my savior\n  but now I'm making tunes to make you jam wit 'cha neighbor...\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  [MR. FUNKYMAN]\n  Well, I be the funk-ular\n  ultra-funk-ular\n  gamma-funk-ular\n  Half you rappers out there couldn't see me with binoculars\n  Anyone who thinks he'll take me out is just a dreamer\n  If you think you're the bomb, then I'm Hiroshima\n  When I die,\n  I hope they're making records up in heaven\n  On a scale of one to ten,\n  I'm like 100-5th-11\n  and sticks-and-stones-may-break-my-bones\n  but if you ever try to dis the Lords, then it's on\n  I go on beat...\n  off beat...\n  then jump right back on time\n  I drop another rhyme\n  and talk about your fat ugly mama (EEWWW!)\n  M.C.'s cannot rock me\n  I'm stone-proof\n  Me grabbin' the mic\n  is like Superman running to a phone booth\n  Straight from Martin Luther King Boulevard\n  In the heart of Newark, New Jersey,\n  make you say \"Lord have mercy\"\n  If you step up in my face\n  then it's do or die\n  and I'M GONNA MAKE YOU CRY! 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FUNKYMAN]\n  .I remember way back in the days on my block\n  when the kids used to meet up in the hallway and rock\n  on Martin Luther King's boulevard\n  with P.C., WISE, EASY ED, and my brother HARD BERNARD\n  used to hit the ill rhymes from the head\n  while I'd hit the beat on the wall until my hands turned red\n  You had the SHORTY TWO M.C.'S,\n  THE EDUCATED THREE,\n  I have to give them props for helping me be me\n  Now I'm the one who's educated\n  I suffered but I made it\n  I only write rhymes that will be appreciated\n  No matter how large I get\n  the fire still burns\n  'Cause from the 'hood I came\n  and to the 'hood I must return...\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n"},{"id":9854805,"name":"Tic Toc (album version)","trackName":"Tic Toc (album version)","artistName":"Lords of the Underground","albumName":"Tic Toc","duration":233.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Tic toc, this is how we rock\nthrow your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nthrow your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\n(Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[DOITALL:]\n\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nwe're those same (um) brothers that brought you \"Chief Rock\"\nNow, um, underground's my style\nto this I have vows\nand I swear to my god\nI'll always rock a crowd\nSo (um) peace to my area, N.W.K.\nwhich is scarier\nso if your on the deals,\nwho cares, the more the merrier\nNow right off South Orange\non the block of one-nine\nof course, thirteenth ave\nis my stomping grounds\nI open up my chest\nand to my 'hood give my heart\n'cause without the heart\nthen your 'hood falls apart\nSo respect to the cement\nthe park called \"the Corner\"\n'cause that's where the DOITALL TWO was performing\nRunnin' from the cops\nI couldn't be stopped\n'cause i was jumpin' big gates that connected the blocks\nNow before making records\nthe 'hood was my savior\nbut now I'm making tunes to make you jam wit 'cha neighbor...\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\n(Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[MR. FUNKYMAN]\nWell, I be the funk-ular\nultra-funk-ular\ngamma-funk-ular\nHalf you rappers out there couldn't see me with binoculars\nAnyone who thinks he'll take me out is just a dreamer\nIf you think you're the bomb, then I'm Hiroshima\nWhen I die,\nI hope they're making records up in heaven\nOn a scale of one to ten,\nI'm like 100-5th-11\nand sticks-and-stones-may-break-my-bones\nbut if you ever try to dis the Lords, then it's on\nI go on beat...\noff beat...\nthen jump right back on time\nI drop another rhyme\nand talk about your fat ugly mama (EEWWW!)\nM.C.'s cannot rock me\nI'm stone-proof\nMe grabbin' the mic\nis like Superman running to a phone booth\nStraight from Martin Luther King Boulevard\nIn the heart of Newark, New Jersey,\nmake you say \"Lord have mercy\"\nIf you step up in my face\nthen it's do or die\nand I'M GONNA MAKE YOU CRY! 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FUNKYMAN]\n.I remember way back in the days on my block\nwhen the kids used to meet up in the hallway and rock\non Martin Luther King's boulevard\nwith P.C., WISE, EASY ED, and my brother HARD BERNARD\nused to hit the ill rhymes from the head\nwhile I'd hit the beat on the wall until my hands turned red\nYou had the SHORTY TWO M.C.'S,\nTHE EDUCATED THREE,\nI have to give them props for helping me be me\nNow I'm the one who's educated\nI suffered but I made it\nI only write rhymes that will be appreciated\nNo matter how large I get\nthe fire still burns\n'Cause from the 'hood I came\nand to the 'hood I must return...\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\n(Tic toc, you don't stop...)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.82] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:07.41] throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[00:10.25] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:12.84] throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[00:15.88] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:18.35] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[00:20.09] [DOITALL:]\n[00:20.32] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:23.28] we're those same (um) brothers that brought you \"Chief Rock\"\n[00:25.83] Now, um, underground's my style\n[00:27.18] to this I have vows\n[00:28.45] and I swear to my god\n[00:29.63] I'll always rock a crowd\n[00:31.17] So (um) peace to my area, N.W.K.\n[00:32.77] which is scarier\n[00:34.25] so if your on the deals,\n[00:35.47] who cares, the more the merrier\n[00:36.96] Now right off South Orange\n[00:38.05] on the block of one-nine\n[00:39.06] of course, thirteenth ave\n[00:40.52] is my stomping grounds\n[00:41.79] I open up my chest\n[00:42.93] and to my 'hood give my heart\n[00:44.25] 'cause without the heart\n[00:45.54] then your 'hood falls apart\n[00:46.98] So respect to the cement\n[00:48.13] the park called \"the Corner\"\n[00:49.42] 'cause that's where the DOITALL TWO was performing\n[00:52.04] Runnin' from the cops\n[00:53.40] I couldn't be stopped\n[00:54.78] 'cause i was jumpin' big gates that connected the blocks\n[00:57.17] Now before making records\n[00:58.72] the 'hood was my savior\n[01:00.03] but now I'm making tunes to make you jam wit 'cha neighbor...\n[01:02.52] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:05.11] Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[01:08.39] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:10.91] Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[01:13.63] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:15.78] Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n[01:18.75] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:21.22] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[01:22.82] [MR. FUNKYMAN]\n[01:23.28] Well, I be the funk-ular\n[01:24.59] ultra-funk-ular\n[01:25.60] gamma-funk-ular\n[01:26.53] Half you rappers out there couldn't see me with binoculars\n[01:28.66] Anyone who thinks he'll take me out is just a dreamer\n[01:31.16] If you think you're the bomb, then I'm Hiroshima\n[01:33.09] When I die,\n[01:34.72] I hope they're making records up in heaven\n[01:36.58] On a scale of one to ten,\n[01:37.78] I'm like 100-5th-11\n[01:39.66] and sticks-and-stones-may-break-my-bones\n[01:41.73] but if you ever try to dis the Lords, then it's on\n[01:44.33] I go on beat...\n[01:45.44] off beat...\n[01:46.17] then jump right back on time\n[01:47.25] I drop another rhyme\n[01:48.49] and talk about your fat ugly mama (EEWWW!)\n[01:49.98] M.C.'s cannot rock me\n[01:51.03] I'm stone-proof\n[01:52.06] Me grabbin' the mic\n[01:52.90] is like Superman running to a phone booth\n[01:54.17] Straight from Martin Luther King Boulevard\n[01:57.28] In the heart of Newark, New Jersey,\n[01:58.81] make you say \"Lord have mercy\"\n[02:00.27] If you step up in my face\n[02:01.40] then it's do or die\n[02:02.75] and I'M GONNA MAKE YOU CRY! (waaahhhhh!)\n[02:05.34] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[02:07.95] Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[02:10.57] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[02:13.17] Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[02:16.15] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[02:18.47] Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n[02:21.57] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[02:23.88] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[02:25.43] [DOITALL:]\n[02:26.03] Well, times have changed\n[02:27.58] not only for the urban\n[02:28.76] but also for suburban\n[02:30.22] We get props, we're deservin'\n[02:31.57] From black kids, to white kids\n[02:32.83] I see them bob their heads,\n[02:34.26] from the blond hair, to redhead\n[02:35.40] I even seen a dread\n[02:36.77] So now it doesn't matter\n[02:38.13] as the clock winds down\n[02:39.56] with the tic and the toc\n[02:40.86] because they love the sound\n[02:42.11] But people 'round your area\n[02:43.49] say you sell out\n[02:44.83] because you sell a million copies\n[02:46.12] and your tour goes BAAAAOOWW!\n[02:47.37] So do it for yourself,\n[02:48.72] and do it for the 'hood,\n[02:50.03] but do it from the heart,\n[02:51.24] 'cause that's when it's good\n[02:52.53] Now tell me what's gonna happen\n[02:53.99] after the rappin'\n[02:55.29] when the clock ticks away\n[02:56.59] and ain't nothin' happenin'...\n[02:57.86] [MR. FUNKYMAN]\n[02:58.56] .I remember way back in the days on my block\n[02:59.33] when the kids used to meet up in the hallway and rock\n[03:02.74] on Martin Luther King's boulevard\n[03:04.74] with P.C., WISE, EASY ED, and my brother HARD BERNARD\n[03:08.12] used to hit the ill rhymes from the head\n[03:09.67] while I'd hit the beat on the wall until my hands turned red\n[03:13.28] You had the SHORTY TWO M.C.'S,\n[03:14.90] THE EDUCATED THREE,\n[03:16.34] I have to give them props for helping me be me\n[03:18.50] Now I'm the one who's educated\n[03:20.17] I suffered but I made it\n[03:22.16] I only write rhymes that will be appreciated\n[03:23.77] No matter how large I get\n[03:25.57] the fire still burns\n[03:26.73] 'Cause from the 'hood I came\n[03:28.80] and to the 'hood I must return...\n[03:30.83] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:31.60] Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[03:34.32] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:35.53] Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[03:39.64] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:42.34] Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n[03:43.91] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:47.46] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[03:49.08] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tic Toc (album version)\n  artist: Lords of the Underground\n  album: Tic Toc\n  duration_ms: 233000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 1820\n  end_ms: 7410\n- text: throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  start_ms: 7410\n  end_ms: 10250\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 10250\n  end_ms: 12840\n- text: throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  start_ms: 12840\n  end_ms: 15880\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 15880\n  end_ms: 18350\n- text: (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  start_ms: 18350\n  end_ms: 20090\n- text: '[DOITALL:]'\n  start_ms: 20090\n  end_ms: 20320\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 20320\n  end_ms: 23280\n- text: we're those same (um) brothers that brought you \"Chief Rock\"\n  start_ms: 23280\n  end_ms: 25830\n- text: Now, um, underground's my style\n  start_ms: 25830\n  end_ms: 27180\n- text: to this I have vows\n  start_ms: 27180\n  end_ms: 28450\n- text: and I swear to my god\n  start_ms: 28450\n  end_ms: 29630\n- text: I'll always rock a crowd\n  start_ms: 29630\n  end_ms: 31170\n- text: So (um) peace to my area, N.W.K.\n  start_ms: 31170\n  end_ms: 32770\n- text: which is scarier\n  start_ms: 32770\n  end_ms: 34250\n- text: so if your on the deals,\n  start_ms: 34250\n  end_ms: 35470\n- text: who cares, the more the merrier\n  start_ms: 35470\n  end_ms: 36960\n- text: Now right off South Orange\n  start_ms: 36960\n  end_ms: 38050\n- text: on the block of one-nine\n  start_ms: 38050\n  end_ms: 39060\n- text: of course, thirteenth ave\n  start_ms: 39060\n  end_ms: 40520\n- text: is my stomping grounds\n  start_ms: 40520\n  end_ms: 41790\n- text: I open up my chest\n  start_ms: 41790\n  end_ms: 42930\n- text: and to my 'hood give my heart\n  start_ms: 42930\n  end_ms: 44250\n- text: '''cause without the heart'\n  start_ms: 44250\n  end_ms: 45540\n- text: then your 'hood falls apart\n  start_ms: 45540\n  end_ms: 46980\n- text: So respect to the cement\n  start_ms: 46980\n  end_ms: 48130\n- text: the park called \"the Corner\"\n  start_ms: 48130\n  end_ms: 49420\n- text: '''cause that''s where the DOITALL TWO was performing'\n  start_ms: 49420\n  end_ms: 52040\n- text: Runnin' from the cops\n  start_ms: 52040\n  end_ms: 53400\n- text: I couldn't be stopped\n  start_ms: 53400\n  end_ms: 54780\n- text: '''cause i was jumpin'' big gates that connected the blocks'\n  start_ms: 54780\n  end_ms: 57170\n- text: Now before making records\n  start_ms: 57170\n  end_ms: 58720\n- text: the 'hood was my savior\n  start_ms: 58720\n  end_ms: 60030\n- text: but now I'm making tunes to make you jam wit 'cha neighbor...\n  start_ms: 60030\n  end_ms: 62520\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 62520\n  end_ms: 65110\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  start_ms: 65110\n  end_ms: 68390\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 68390\n  end_ms: 70910\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  start_ms: 70910\n  end_ms: 73630\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 73630\n  end_ms: 75780\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n  start_ms: 75780\n  end_ms: 78750\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 78750\n  end_ms: 81220\n- text: (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  start_ms: 81220\n  end_ms: 82820\n- text: '[MR. 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FUNKYMAN]\n  Well, I be the funk-ular\n  ultra-funk-ular\n  gamma-funk-ular\n  Half you rappers out there couldn't see me with binoculars\n  Anyone who thinks he'll take me out is just a dreamer\n  If you think you're the bomb, then I'm Hiroshima\n  When I die,\n  I hope they're making records up in heaven\n  On a scale of one to ten,\n  I'm like 100-5th-11\n  and sticks-and-stones-may-break-my-bones\n  but if you ever try to dis the Lords, then it's on\n  I go on beat...\n  off beat...\n  then jump right back on time\n  I drop another rhyme\n  and talk about your fat ugly mama (EEWWW!)\n  M.C.'s cannot rock me\n  I'm stone-proof\n  Me grabbin' the mic\n  is like Superman running to a phone booth\n  Straight from Martin Luther King Boulevard\n  In the heart of Newark, New Jersey,\n  make you say \"Lord have mercy\"\n  If you step up in my face\n  then it's do or die\n  and I'M GONNA MAKE YOU CRY! 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FUNKYMAN]\nWell, I be the funk-ular\nultra-funk-ular\ngamma-funk-ular\nHalf you rappers out there couldn't see me with binoculars\nAnyone who thinks he'll take me out is just a dreamer\nIf you think you're the bomb, then I'm Hiroshima\nWhen I die,\nI hope they're making records up in heaven\nOn a scale of one to ten,\nI'm like 100-5th-11\nand sticks-and-stones-may-break-my-bones\nbut if you ever try to dis the Lords, then it's on\nI go on beat...\noff beat...\nthen jump right back on time\nI drop another rhyme\nand talk about your fat ugly mama (EEWWW!)\nM.C.'s cannot rock me\nI'm stone-proof\nMe grabbin' the mic\nis like Superman running to a phone booth\nStraight from Martin Luther King Boulevard\nIn the heart of Newark, New Jersey,\nmake you say \"Lord have mercy\"\nIf you step up in my face\nthen it's do or die\nand I'M GONNA MAKE YOU CRY! 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FUNKYMAN]\n.I remember way back in the days on my block\nwhen the kids used to meet up in the hallway and rock\non Martin Luther King's boulevard\nwith P.C., WISE, EASY ED, and my brother HARD BERNARD\nused to hit the ill rhymes from the head\nwhile I'd hit the beat on the wall until my hands turned red\nYou had the SHORTY TWO M.C.'S,\nTHE EDUCATED THREE,\nI have to give them props for helping me be me\nNow I'm the one who's educated\nI suffered but I made it\nI only write rhymes that will be appreciated\nNo matter how large I get\nthe fire still burns\n'Cause from the 'hood I came\nand to the 'hood I must return...\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\n(Tic toc, you don't stop...)","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.15] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:08.75] throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[00:08.94] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:09.04] throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[00:09.34] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:09.38] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[00:09.54] [DOITALL:]\n[00:11.21] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:11.37] we're those same (um) brothers that brought you \"Chief Rock\"\n[00:11.52] Now, um, underground's my style\n[00:11.72] to this I have vows\n[00:12.34] and I swear to my god\n[00:12.36] I'll always rock a crowd\n[00:12.37] So (um) peace to my area, N.W.K.\n[00:12.59] which is scarier\n[00:12.98] so if your on the deals,\n[00:12.98] who cares, the more the merrier\n[00:13.22] Now right off South Orange\n[00:16.48] on the block of one-nine\n[00:39.49] of course, thirteenth ave\n[00:42.00] is my stomping grounds\n[00:43.00] I open up my chest\n[00:43.86] and to my 'hood give my heart\n[00:44.63] 'cause without the heart\n[00:45.76] then your 'hood falls apart\n[00:46.92] So respect to the cement\n[00:48.35] the park called \"the Corner\"\n[00:48.75] 'cause that's where the DOITALL TWO was performing\n[00:53.48] Runnin' from the cops\n[00:54.27] I couldn't be stopped\n[00:55.06] 'cause i was jumpin' big gates that connected the blocks\n[00:57.27] Now before making records\n[00:58.46] the 'hood was my savior\n[00:59.92] but now I'm making tunes to make you jam wit 'cha neighbor...\n[01:02.81] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:04.95] Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[01:08.04] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:10.28] Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[01:13.35] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:15.29] Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n[01:18.62] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:20.88] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[01:23.23] [MR. FUNKYMAN]\n[01:23.78] Well, I be the funk-ular\n[01:24.35] ultra-funk-ular\n[01:25.43] gamma-funk-ular\n[01:26.47] Half you rappers out there couldn't see me with binoculars\n[01:28.97] Anyone who thinks he'll take me out is just a dreamer\n[01:31.45] If you think you're the bomb, then I'm Hiroshima\n[01:33.86] When I die,\n[01:35.46] I hope they're making records up in heaven\n[01:36.65] On a scale of one to ten,\n[01:37.66] I'm like 100-5th-11\n[01:39.22] and sticks-and-stones-may-break-my-bones\n[01:42.19] but if you ever try to dis the Lords, then it's on\n[01:44.53] I go on beat...\n[01:45.65] off beat...\n[01:46.24] then jump right back on time\n[01:47.28] I drop another rhyme\n[01:48.33] and talk about your fat ugly mama (EEWWW!)\n[01:49.02] M.C.'s cannot rock me\n[01:50.94] I'm stone-proof\n[01:52.20] Me grabbin' the mic\n[01:53.08] is like Superman running to a phone booth\n[01:54.97] Straight from Martin Luther King Boulevard\n[01:56.92] In the heart of Newark, New Jersey,\n[01:58.83] make you say \"Lord have mercy\"\n[02:00.12] If you step up in my face\n[02:01.21] then it's do or die\n[02:02.79] and I'M GONNA MAKE YOU CRY! 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FUNKYMAN]\n[02:58.75] .I remember way back in the days on my block\n[03:00.27] when the kids used to meet up in the hallway and rock\n[03:02.87] on Martin Luther King's boulevard\n[03:05.24] with P.C., WISE, EASY ED, and my brother HARD BERNARD\n[03:08.27] used to hit the ill rhymes from the head\n[03:10.27] while I'd hit the beat on the wall until my hands turned red\n[03:12.78] You had the SHORTY TWO M.C.'S,\n[03:14.73] THE EDUCATED THREE,\n[03:16.03] I have to give them props for helping me be me\n[03:18.48] Now I'm the one who's educated\n[03:20.06] I suffered but I made it\n[03:21.32] I only write rhymes that will be appreciated\n[03:23.97] No matter how large I get\n[03:25.62] the fire still burns\n[03:27.06] 'Cause from the 'hood I came\n[03:28.00] and to the 'hood I must return...\n[03:29.57] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:31.33] Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[03:34.36] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:37.26] Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[03:40.11] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:42.29] Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n[03:45.13] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:47.92] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[03:51.47] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tic Toc\n  artist: Lords of the Underground\n  album: Return Of The Lords (The Remix LP)\n  duration_ms: 231000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 6150\n  end_ms: 8750\n- text: throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  start_ms: 8750\n  end_ms: 8940\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 8940\n  end_ms: 9040\n- text: throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  start_ms: 9040\n  end_ms: 9340\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 9340\n  end_ms: 9380\n- text: (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  start_ms: 9380\n  end_ms: 9540\n- text: '[DOITALL:]'\n  start_ms: 9540\n  end_ms: 11210\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 11210\n  end_ms: 11370\n- text: we're those same (um) brothers that brought you \"Chief Rock\"\n  start_ms: 11370\n  end_ms: 11520\n- text: Now, um, underground's my style\n  start_ms: 11520\n  end_ms: 11720\n- text: to this I have vows\n  start_ms: 11720\n  end_ms: 12340\n- text: and I swear to my god\n  start_ms: 12340\n  end_ms: 12360\n- text: I'll always rock a crowd\n  start_ms: 12360\n  end_ms: 12370\n- text: So (um) peace to my area, N.W.K.\n  start_ms: 12370\n  end_ms: 12590\n- text: which is scarier\n  start_ms: 12590\n  end_ms: 12980\n- text: so if your on the deals,\n  start_ms: 12980\n  end_ms: 12980\n- text: who cares, the more the merrier\n  start_ms: 12980\n  end_ms: 13220\n- text: Now right off South Orange\n  start_ms: 13220\n  end_ms: 16480\n- text: on the block of one-nine\n  start_ms: 16480\n  end_ms: 39490\n- text: of course, thirteenth ave\n  start_ms: 39490\n  end_ms: 42000\n- text: is my stomping grounds\n  start_ms: 42000\n  end_ms: 43000\n- text: I open up my chest\n  start_ms: 43000\n  end_ms: 43860\n- text: and to my 'hood give my heart\n  start_ms: 43860\n  end_ms: 44630\n- text: '''cause without the heart'\n  start_ms: 44630\n  end_ms: 45760\n- text: then your 'hood falls apart\n  start_ms: 45760\n  end_ms: 46920\n- text: So respect to the cement\n  start_ms: 46920\n  end_ms: 48350\n- text: the park called \"the Corner\"\n  start_ms: 48350\n  end_ms: 48750\n- text: '''cause that''s where the DOITALL TWO was performing'\n  start_ms: 48750\n  end_ms: 53480\n- text: Runnin' from the cops\n  start_ms: 53480\n  end_ms: 54270\n- text: I couldn't be stopped\n  start_ms: 54270\n  end_ms: 55060\n- text: '''cause i was jumpin'' big gates that connected the blocks'\n  start_ms: 55060\n  end_ms: 57270\n- text: Now before making records\n  start_ms: 57270\n  end_ms: 58460\n- text: the 'hood was my savior\n  start_ms: 58460\n  end_ms: 59920\n- text: but now I'm making tunes to make you jam wit 'cha neighbor...\n  start_ms: 59920\n  end_ms: 62810\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 62810\n  end_ms: 64950\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  start_ms: 64950\n  end_ms: 68040\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 68040\n  end_ms: 70280\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  start_ms: 70280\n  end_ms: 73350\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 73350\n  end_ms: 75290\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n  start_ms: 75290\n  end_ms: 78620\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 78620\n  end_ms: 80880\n- text: (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  start_ms: 80880\n  end_ms: 83230\n- text: '[MR. 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FUNKYMAN]'\n  start_ms: 177840\n  end_ms: 178750\n- text: .I remember way back in the days on my block\n  start_ms: 178750\n  end_ms: 180270\n- text: when the kids used to meet up in the hallway and rock\n  start_ms: 180270\n  end_ms: 182870\n- text: on Martin Luther King's boulevard\n  start_ms: 182870\n  end_ms: 185240\n- text: with P.C., WISE, EASY ED, and my brother HARD BERNARD\n  start_ms: 185240\n  end_ms: 188270\n- text: used to hit the ill rhymes from the head\n  start_ms: 188270\n  end_ms: 190270\n- text: while I'd hit the beat on the wall until my hands turned red\n  start_ms: 190270\n  end_ms: 192780\n- text: You had the SHORTY TWO M.C.'S,\n  start_ms: 192780\n  end_ms: 194730\n- text: THE EDUCATED THREE,\n  start_ms: 194730\n  end_ms: 196030\n- text: I have to give them props for helping me be me\n  start_ms: 196030\n  end_ms: 198480\n- text: Now I'm the one who's educated\n  start_ms: 198480\n  end_ms: 200060\n- text: I suffered but I made it\n  start_ms: 200060\n  end_ms: 201320\n- text: I only write rhymes that will be appreciated\n  start_ms: 201320\n  end_ms: 203970\n- text: No matter how large I get\n  start_ms: 203970\n  end_ms: 205620\n- text: the fire still burns\n  start_ms: 205620\n  end_ms: 207060\n- text: '''Cause from the ''hood I came'\n  start_ms: 207060\n  end_ms: 208000\n- text: and to the 'hood I must return...\n  start_ms: 208000\n  end_ms: 209570\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 209570\n  end_ms: 211330\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  start_ms: 211330\n  end_ms: 214360\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 214360\n  end_ms: 217260\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  start_ms: 217260\n  end_ms: 220110\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 220110\n  end_ms: 222290\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n  start_ms: 222290\n  end_ms: 225130\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 225130\n  end_ms: 227920\n- text: (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  start_ms: 227920\n  end_ms: 231470\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 231470\nplain: |-\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  [DOITALL:]\n\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  we're those same (um) brothers that brought you \"Chief Rock\"\n  Now, um, underground's my style\n  to this I have vows\n  and I swear to my god\n  I'll always rock a crowd\n  So (um) peace to my area, N.W.K.\n  which is scarier\n  so if your on the deals,\n  who cares, the more the merrier\n  Now right off South Orange\n  on the block of one-nine\n  of course, thirteenth ave\n  is my stomping grounds\n  I open up my chest\n  and to my 'hood give my heart\n  'cause without the heart\n  then your 'hood falls apart\n  So respect to the cement\n  the park called \"the Corner\"\n  'cause that's where the DOITALL TWO was performing\n  Runnin' from the cops\n  I couldn't be stopped\n  'cause i was jumpin' big gates that connected the blocks\n  Now before making records\n  the 'hood was my savior\n  but now I'm making tunes to make you jam wit 'cha neighbor...\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  [MR. FUNKYMAN]\n  Well, I be the funk-ular\n  ultra-funk-ular\n  gamma-funk-ular\n  Half you rappers out there couldn't see me with binoculars\n  Anyone who thinks he'll take me out is just a dreamer\n  If you think you're the bomb, then I'm Hiroshima\n  When I die,\n  I hope they're making records up in heaven\n  On a scale of one to ten,\n  I'm like 100-5th-11\n  and sticks-and-stones-may-break-my-bones\n  but if you ever try to dis the Lords, then it's on\n  I go on beat...\n  off beat...\n  then jump right back on time\n  I drop another rhyme\n  and talk about your fat ugly mama (EEWWW!)\n  M.C.'s cannot rock me\n  I'm stone-proof\n  Me grabbin' the mic\n  is like Superman running to a phone booth\n  Straight from Martin Luther King Boulevard\n  In the heart of Newark, New Jersey,\n  make you say \"Lord have mercy\"\n  If you step up in my face\n  then it's do or die\n  and I'M GONNA MAKE YOU CRY! 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FUNKYMAN]\n  .I remember way back in the days on my block\n  when the kids used to meet up in the hallway and rock\n  on Martin Luther King's boulevard\n  with P.C., WISE, EASY ED, and my brother HARD BERNARD\n  used to hit the ill rhymes from the head\n  while I'd hit the beat on the wall until my hands turned red\n  You had the SHORTY TWO M.C.'S,\n  THE EDUCATED THREE,\n  I have to give them props for helping me be me\n  Now I'm the one who's educated\n  I suffered but I made it\n  I only write rhymes that will be appreciated\n  No matter how large I get\n  the fire still burns\n  'Cause from the 'hood I came\n  and to the 'hood I must return...\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n"},{"id":10548609,"name":"Tic Toc (album version)","trackName":"Tic Toc (album version)","artistName":"Lords of the Underground","albumName":"Return Of The Lords (The Remix LP)","duration":231.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Tic toc, this is how we rock\nthrow your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nthrow your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\n(Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[DOITALL:]\n\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nwe're those same (um) brothers that brought you \"Chief Rock\"\nNow, um, underground's my style\nto this I have vows\nand I swear to my god\nI'll always rock a crowd\nSo (um) peace to my area, N.W.K.\nwhich is scarier\nso if your on the deals,\nwho cares, the more the merrier\nNow right off South Orange\non the block of one-nine\nof course, thirteenth ave\nis my stomping grounds\nI open up my chest\nand to my 'hood give my heart\n'cause without the heart\nthen your 'hood falls apart\nSo respect to the cement\nthe park called \"the Corner\"\n'cause that's where the DOITALL TWO was performing\nRunnin' from the cops\nI couldn't be stopped\n'cause i was jumpin' big gates that connected the blocks\nNow before making records\nthe 'hood was my savior\nbut now I'm making tunes to make you jam wit 'cha neighbor...\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\n(Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[MR. FUNKYMAN]\nWell, I be the funk-ular\nultra-funk-ular\ngamma-funk-ular\nHalf you rappers out there couldn't see me with binoculars\nAnyone who thinks he'll take me out is just a dreamer\nIf you think you're the bomb, then I'm Hiroshima\nWhen I die,\nI hope they're making records up in heaven\nOn a scale of one to ten,\nI'm like 100-5th-11\nand sticks-and-stones-may-break-my-bones\nbut if you ever try to dis the Lords, then it's on\nI go on beat...\noff beat...\nthen jump right back on time\nI drop another rhyme\nand talk about your fat ugly mama (EEWWW!)\nM.C.'s cannot rock me\nI'm stone-proof\nMe grabbin' the mic\nis like Superman running to a phone booth\nStraight from Martin Luther King Boulevard\nIn the heart of Newark, New Jersey,\nmake you say \"Lord have mercy\"\nIf you step up in my face\nthen it's do or die\nand I'M GONNA MAKE YOU CRY! 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FUNKYMAN]\n.I remember way back in the days on my block\nwhen the kids used to meet up in the hallway and rock\non Martin Luther King's boulevard\nwith P.C., WISE, EASY ED, and my brother HARD BERNARD\nused to hit the ill rhymes from the head\nwhile I'd hit the beat on the wall until my hands turned red\nYou had the SHORTY TWO M.C.'S,\nTHE EDUCATED THREE,\nI have to give them props for helping me be me\nNow I'm the one who's educated\nI suffered but I made it\nI only write rhymes that will be appreciated\nNo matter how large I get\nthe fire still burns\n'Cause from the 'hood I came\nand to the 'hood I must return...\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\n(Tic toc, you don't stop...)","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.15] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:08.75] throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[00:08.94] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:09.04] throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[00:09.34] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:09.38] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[00:09.54] [DOITALL:]\n[00:11.21] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:11.37] we're those same (um) brothers that brought you \"Chief Rock\"\n[00:11.52] Now, um, underground's my style\n[00:11.72] to this I have vows\n[00:12.34] and I swear to my god\n[00:12.36] I'll always rock a crowd\n[00:12.37] So (um) peace to my area, N.W.K.\n[00:12.59] which is scarier\n[00:12.98] so if your on the deals,\n[00:12.98] who cares, the more the merrier\n[00:13.22] Now right off South Orange\n[00:16.48] on the block of one-nine\n[00:39.49] of course, thirteenth ave\n[00:42.00] is my stomping grounds\n[00:43.00] I open up my chest\n[00:43.86] and to my 'hood give my heart\n[00:44.63] 'cause without the heart\n[00:45.76] then your 'hood falls apart\n[00:46.92] So respect to the cement\n[00:48.35] the park called \"the Corner\"\n[00:48.75] 'cause that's where the DOITALL TWO was performing\n[00:53.48] Runnin' from the cops\n[00:54.27] I couldn't be stopped\n[00:55.06] 'cause i was jumpin' big gates that connected the blocks\n[00:57.27] Now before making records\n[00:58.46] the 'hood was my savior\n[00:59.92] but now I'm making tunes to make you jam wit 'cha neighbor...\n[01:02.81] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:04.95] Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[01:08.04] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:10.28] Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[01:13.35] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:15.29] Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n[01:18.62] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:20.88] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[01:23.23] [MR. FUNKYMAN]\n[01:23.78] Well, I be the funk-ular\n[01:24.35] ultra-funk-ular\n[01:25.43] gamma-funk-ular\n[01:26.47] Half you rappers out there couldn't see me with binoculars\n[01:28.97] Anyone who thinks he'll take me out is just a dreamer\n[01:31.45] If you think you're the bomb, then I'm Hiroshima\n[01:33.86] When I die,\n[01:35.46] I hope they're making records up in heaven\n[01:36.65] On a scale of one to ten,\n[01:37.66] I'm like 100-5th-11\n[01:39.22] and sticks-and-stones-may-break-my-bones\n[01:42.19] but if you ever try to dis the Lords, then it's on\n[01:44.53] I go on beat...\n[01:45.65] off beat...\n[01:46.24] then jump right back on time\n[01:47.28] I drop another rhyme\n[01:48.33] and talk about your fat ugly mama (EEWWW!)\n[01:49.02] M.C.'s cannot rock me\n[01:50.94] I'm stone-proof\n[01:52.20] Me grabbin' the mic\n[01:53.08] is like Superman running to a phone booth\n[01:54.97] Straight from Martin Luther King Boulevard\n[01:56.92] In the heart of Newark, New Jersey,\n[01:58.83] make you say \"Lord have mercy\"\n[02:00.12] If you step up in my face\n[02:01.21] then it's do or die\n[02:02.79] and I'M GONNA MAKE YOU CRY! (waaahhhhh!)\n[02:05.81] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[02:08.63] Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[02:11.07] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[02:12.96] Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[02:16.32] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[02:18.42] Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n[02:21.49] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[02:24.19] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[02:25.91] [DOITALL:]\n[02:26.74] Well, times have changed\n[02:28.36] not only for the urban\n[02:29.16] but also for suburban\n[02:30.49] We get props, we're deservin'\n[02:31.72] From black kids, to white kids\n[02:33.08] I see them bob their heads,\n[02:34.58] from the blond hair, to redhead\n[02:35.86] I even seen a dread\n[02:36.93] So now it doesn't matter\n[02:38.24] as the clock winds down\n[02:39.34] with the tic and the toc\n[02:40.67] because they love the sound\n[02:42.25] But people 'round your area\n[02:43.50] say you sell out\n[02:44.48] because you sell a million copies\n[02:45.93] and your tour goes BAAAAOOWW!\n[02:47.36] So do it for yourself,\n[02:48.70] and do it for the 'hood,\n[02:50.27] but do it from the heart,\n[02:51.28] 'cause that's when it's good\n[02:52.51] Now tell me what's gonna happen\n[02:54.27] after the rappin'\n[02:55.20] when the clock ticks away\n[02:56.35] and ain't nothin' happenin'...\n[02:57.84] [MR. FUNKYMAN]\n[02:58.75] .I remember way back in the days on my block\n[03:00.27] when the kids used to meet up in the hallway and rock\n[03:02.87] on Martin Luther King's boulevard\n[03:05.24] with P.C., WISE, EASY ED, and my brother HARD BERNARD\n[03:08.27] used to hit the ill rhymes from the head\n[03:10.27] while I'd hit the beat on the wall until my hands turned red\n[03:12.78] You had the SHORTY TWO M.C.'S,\n[03:14.73] THE EDUCATED THREE,\n[03:16.03] I have to give them props for helping me be me\n[03:18.48] Now I'm the one who's educated\n[03:20.06] I suffered but I made it\n[03:21.32] I only write rhymes that will be appreciated\n[03:23.97] No matter how large I get\n[03:25.62] the fire still burns\n[03:27.06] 'Cause from the 'hood I came\n[03:28.00] and to the 'hood I must return...\n[03:29.57] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:31.33] Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[03:34.36] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:37.26] Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[03:40.11] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:42.29] Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n[03:45.13] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:47.92] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[03:51.47] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tic Toc (album version)\n  artist: Lords of the Underground\n  album: Return Of The Lords (The Remix LP)\n  duration_ms: 231000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 6150\n  end_ms: 8750\n- text: throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  start_ms: 8750\n  end_ms: 8940\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 8940\n  end_ms: 9040\n- text: throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  start_ms: 9040\n  end_ms: 9340\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 9340\n  end_ms: 9380\n- text: (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  start_ms: 9380\n  end_ms: 9540\n- text: '[DOITALL:]'\n  start_ms: 9540\n  end_ms: 11210\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 11210\n  end_ms: 11370\n- text: we're those same (um) brothers that brought you \"Chief Rock\"\n  start_ms: 11370\n  end_ms: 11520\n- text: Now, um, underground's my style\n  start_ms: 11520\n  end_ms: 11720\n- text: to this I have vows\n  start_ms: 11720\n  end_ms: 12340\n- text: and I swear to my god\n  start_ms: 12340\n  end_ms: 12360\n- text: I'll always rock a crowd\n  start_ms: 12360\n  end_ms: 12370\n- text: So (um) peace to my area, N.W.K.\n  start_ms: 12370\n  end_ms: 12590\n- text: which is scarier\n  start_ms: 12590\n  end_ms: 12980\n- text: so if your on the deals,\n  start_ms: 12980\n  end_ms: 12980\n- text: who cares, the more the merrier\n  start_ms: 12980\n  end_ms: 13220\n- text: Now right off South Orange\n  start_ms: 13220\n  end_ms: 16480\n- text: on the block of one-nine\n  start_ms: 16480\n  end_ms: 39490\n- text: of course, thirteenth ave\n  start_ms: 39490\n  end_ms: 42000\n- text: is my stomping grounds\n  start_ms: 42000\n  end_ms: 43000\n- text: I open up my chest\n  start_ms: 43000\n  end_ms: 43860\n- text: and to my 'hood give my heart\n  start_ms: 43860\n  end_ms: 44630\n- text: '''cause without the heart'\n  start_ms: 44630\n  end_ms: 45760\n- text: then your 'hood falls apart\n  start_ms: 45760\n  end_ms: 46920\n- text: So respect to the cement\n  start_ms: 46920\n  end_ms: 48350\n- text: the park called \"the Corner\"\n  start_ms: 48350\n  end_ms: 48750\n- text: '''cause that''s where the DOITALL TWO was performing'\n  start_ms: 48750\n  end_ms: 53480\n- text: Runnin' from the cops\n  start_ms: 53480\n  end_ms: 54270\n- text: I couldn't be stopped\n  start_ms: 54270\n  end_ms: 55060\n- text: '''cause i was jumpin'' big gates that connected the blocks'\n  start_ms: 55060\n  end_ms: 57270\n- text: Now before making records\n  start_ms: 57270\n  end_ms: 58460\n- text: the 'hood was my savior\n  start_ms: 58460\n  end_ms: 59920\n- text: but now I'm making tunes to make you jam wit 'cha neighbor...\n  start_ms: 59920\n  end_ms: 62810\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 62810\n  end_ms: 64950\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  start_ms: 64950\n  end_ms: 68040\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 68040\n  end_ms: 70280\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  start_ms: 70280\n  end_ms: 73350\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 73350\n  end_ms: 75290\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n  start_ms: 75290\n  end_ms: 78620\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 78620\n  end_ms: 80880\n- text: (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  start_ms: 80880\n  end_ms: 83230\n- text: '[MR. 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FUNKYMAN]\n  Well, I be the funk-ular\n  ultra-funk-ular\n  gamma-funk-ular\n  Half you rappers out there couldn't see me with binoculars\n  Anyone who thinks he'll take me out is just a dreamer\n  If you think you're the bomb, then I'm Hiroshima\n  When I die,\n  I hope they're making records up in heaven\n  On a scale of one to ten,\n  I'm like 100-5th-11\n  and sticks-and-stones-may-break-my-bones\n  but if you ever try to dis the Lords, then it's on\n  I go on beat...\n  off beat...\n  then jump right back on time\n  I drop another rhyme\n  and talk about your fat ugly mama (EEWWW!)\n  M.C.'s cannot rock me\n  I'm stone-proof\n  Me grabbin' the mic\n  is like Superman running to a phone booth\n  Straight from Martin Luther King Boulevard\n  In the heart of Newark, New Jersey,\n  make you say \"Lord have mercy\"\n  If you step up in my face\n  then it's do or die\n  and I'M GONNA MAKE YOU CRY! 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FUNKYMAN]\nWell, I be the funk-ular\nultra-funk-ular\ngamma-funk-ular\nHalf you rappers out there couldn't see me with binoculars\nAnyone who thinks he'll take me out is just a dreamer\nIf you think you're the bomb, then I'm Hiroshima\nWhen I die,\nI hope they're making records up in heaven\nOn a scale of one to ten,\nI'm like 100-5th-11\nand sticks-and-stones-may-break-my-bones\nbut if you ever try to dis the Lords, then it's on\nI go on beat...\noff beat...\nthen jump right back on time\nI drop another rhyme\nand talk about your fat ugly mama (EEWWW!)\nM.C.'s cannot rock me\nI'm stone-proof\nMe grabbin' the mic\nis like Superman running to a phone booth\nStraight from Martin Luther King Boulevard\nIn the heart of Newark, New Jersey,\nmake you say \"Lord have mercy\"\nIf you step up in my face\nthen it's do or die\nand I'M GONNA MAKE YOU CRY! 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FUNKYMAN]\n.I remember way back in the days on my block\nwhen the kids used to meet up in the hallway and rock\non Martin Luther King's boulevard\nwith P.C., WISE, EASY ED, and my brother HARD BERNARD\nused to hit the ill rhymes from the head\nwhile I'd hit the beat on the wall until my hands turned red\nYou had the SHORTY TWO M.C.'S,\nTHE EDUCATED THREE,\nI have to give them props for helping me be me\nNow I'm the one who's educated\nI suffered but I made it\nI only write rhymes that will be appreciated\nNo matter how large I get\nthe fire still burns\n'Cause from the 'hood I came\nand to the 'hood I must return...\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\n(Tic toc, you don't stop...)","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.43] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:07.21] throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[00:09.98] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:12.62] throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[00:15.43] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:17.23] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[00:19.98] [DOITALL:]\n[00:20.85] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:22.69] we're those same (um) brothers that brought you \"Chief Rock\"\n[00:25.34] Now, um, underground's my style\n[00:27.29] to this I have vows\n[00:28.17] and I swear to my god\n[00:29.08] I'll always rock a crowd\n[00:30.88] So (um) peace to my area, N.W.K.\n[00:32.61] which is scarier\n[00:33.53] so if your on the deals,\n[00:34.48] who cares, the more the merrier\n[00:36.36] Now right off South Orange\n[00:37.26] on the block of one-nine\n[00:39.01] of course, thirteenth ave\n[00:39.94] is my stomping grounds\n[00:41.72] I open up my chest\n[00:42.67] and to my 'hood give my heart\n[00:43.51] 'cause without the heart\n[00:44.45] then your 'hood falls apart\n[00:46.38] So respect to the cement\n[00:47.23] the park called \"the Corner\"\n[00:49.09] 'cause that's where the DOITALL TWO was performing\n[00:51.75] Runnin' from the cops\n[00:52.66] I couldn't be stopped\n[00:54.41] 'cause i was jumpin' big gates that connected the blocks\n[00:56.28] Now before making records\n[00:58.07] the 'hood was my savior\n[00:58.99] but now I'm making tunes to make you jam wit 'cha neighbor...\n[01:01.61] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:04.30] Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[01:08.02] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:09.89] Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[01:12.56] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:15.22] Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n[01:18.03] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:19.85] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[01:22.50] [MR. FUNKYMAN]\n[01:23.41] Well, I be the funk-ular\n[01:24.34] ultra-funk-ular\n[01:25.20] gamma-funk-ular\n[01:26.14] Half you rappers out there couldn't see me with binoculars\n[01:28.02] Anyone who thinks he'll take me out is just a dreamer\n[01:30.77] If you think you're the bomb, then I'm Hiroshima\n[01:33.41] When I die,\n[01:34.33] I hope they're making records up in heaven\n[01:36.12] On a scale of one to ten,\n[01:37.03] I'm like 100-5th-11\n[01:38.91] and sticks-and-stones-may-break-my-bones\n[01:40.74] but if you ever try to dis the Lords, then it's on\n[01:43.48] I go on beat...\n[01:45.20] off beat...\n[01:46.18] then jump right back on time\n[01:47.08] I drop another rhyme\n[01:47.95] and talk about your fat ugly mama (EEWWW!)\n[01:49.84] M.C.'s cannot rock me\n[01:50.79] I'm stone-proof\n[01:51.64] Me grabbin' the mic\n[01:52.51] is like Superman running to a phone booth\n[01:54.39] Straight from Martin Luther King Boulevard\n[01:57.05] In the heart of Newark, New Jersey,\n[01:58.82] make you say \"Lord have mercy\"\n[01:59.72] If you step up in my face\n[02:00.64] then it's do or die\n[02:02.48] and I'M GONNA MAKE YOU CRY! 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FUNKYMAN]\n[02:57.78] .I remember way back in the days on my block\n[02:59.54] when the kids used to meet up in the hallway and rock\n[03:02.29] on Martin Luther King's boulevard\n[03:04.03] with P.C., WISE, EASY ED, and my brother HARD BERNARD\n[03:07.68] used to hit the ill rhymes from the head\n[03:09.41] while I'd hit the beat on the wall until my hands turned red\n[03:12.16] You had the SHORTY TWO M.C.'S,\n[03:14.85] THE EDUCATED THREE,\n[03:15.76] I have to give them props for helping me be me\n[03:17.52] Now I'm the one who's educated\n[03:19.35] I suffered but I made it\n[03:21.23] I only write rhymes that will be appreciated\n[03:22.02] No matter how large I get\n[03:23.94] the fire still burns\n[03:24.80] 'Cause from the 'hood I came\n[03:27.50] and to the 'hood I must return...\n[03:29.31] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:31.12] Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[03:34.73] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:36.59] Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[03:39.28] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:41.97] Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n[03:44.65] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:47.30] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[03:49.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tic Toc\n  artist: Lords of the Underground\n  album: Keepers of the Funk\n  duration_ms: 232000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 5430\n  end_ms: 7210\n- text: throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  start_ms: 7210\n  end_ms: 9980\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 9980\n  end_ms: 12620\n- text: throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  start_ms: 12620\n  end_ms: 15430\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 15430\n  end_ms: 17230\n- text: (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  start_ms: 17230\n  end_ms: 19980\n- text: '[DOITALL:]'\n  start_ms: 19980\n  end_ms: 20850\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 20850\n  end_ms: 22690\n- text: we're those same (um) brothers that brought you \"Chief Rock\"\n  start_ms: 22690\n  end_ms: 25340\n- text: Now, um, underground's my style\n  start_ms: 25340\n  end_ms: 27290\n- text: to this I have vows\n  start_ms: 27290\n  end_ms: 28170\n- text: and I swear to my god\n  start_ms: 28170\n  end_ms: 29080\n- text: I'll always rock a crowd\n  start_ms: 29080\n  end_ms: 30880\n- text: So (um) peace to my area, N.W.K.\n  start_ms: 30880\n  end_ms: 32610\n- text: which is scarier\n  start_ms: 32610\n  end_ms: 33530\n- text: so if your on the deals,\n  start_ms: 33530\n  end_ms: 34480\n- text: who cares, the more the merrier\n  start_ms: 34480\n  end_ms: 36360\n- text: Now right off South Orange\n  start_ms: 36360\n  end_ms: 37260\n- text: on the block of one-nine\n  start_ms: 37260\n  end_ms: 39010\n- text: of course, thirteenth ave\n  start_ms: 39010\n  end_ms: 39940\n- text: is my stomping grounds\n  start_ms: 39940\n  end_ms: 41720\n- text: I open up my chest\n  start_ms: 41720\n  end_ms: 42670\n- text: and to my 'hood give my heart\n  start_ms: 42670\n  end_ms: 43510\n- text: '''cause without the heart'\n  start_ms: 43510\n  end_ms: 44450\n- text: then your 'hood falls apart\n  start_ms: 44450\n  end_ms: 46380\n- text: So respect to the cement\n  start_ms: 46380\n  end_ms: 47230\n- text: the park called \"the Corner\"\n  start_ms: 47230\n  end_ms: 49090\n- text: '''cause that''s where the DOITALL TWO was performing'\n  start_ms: 49090\n  end_ms: 51750\n- text: Runnin' from the cops\n  start_ms: 51750\n  end_ms: 52660\n- text: I couldn't be stopped\n  start_ms: 52660\n  end_ms: 54410\n- text: '''cause i was jumpin'' big gates that connected the blocks'\n  start_ms: 54410\n  end_ms: 56280\n- text: Now before making records\n  start_ms: 56280\n  end_ms: 58070\n- text: the 'hood was my savior\n  start_ms: 58070\n  end_ms: 58990\n- text: but now I'm making tunes to make you jam wit 'cha neighbor...\n  start_ms: 58990\n  end_ms: 61610\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 61610\n  end_ms: 64300\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  start_ms: 64300\n  end_ms: 68020\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 68020\n  end_ms: 69890\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  start_ms: 69890\n  end_ms: 72560\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 72560\n  end_ms: 75220\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n  start_ms: 75220\n  end_ms: 78030\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 78030\n  end_ms: 79850\n- text: (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  start_ms: 79850\n  end_ms: 82500\n- text: '[MR. 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FUNKYMAN]'\n  start_ms: 176800\n  end_ms: 177780\n- text: .I remember way back in the days on my block\n  start_ms: 177780\n  end_ms: 179540\n- text: when the kids used to meet up in the hallway and rock\n  start_ms: 179540\n  end_ms: 182290\n- text: on Martin Luther King's boulevard\n  start_ms: 182290\n  end_ms: 184030\n- text: with P.C., WISE, EASY ED, and my brother HARD BERNARD\n  start_ms: 184030\n  end_ms: 187680\n- text: used to hit the ill rhymes from the head\n  start_ms: 187680\n  end_ms: 189410\n- text: while I'd hit the beat on the wall until my hands turned red\n  start_ms: 189410\n  end_ms: 192160\n- text: You had the SHORTY TWO M.C.'S,\n  start_ms: 192160\n  end_ms: 194850\n- text: THE EDUCATED THREE,\n  start_ms: 194850\n  end_ms: 195760\n- text: I have to give them props for helping me be me\n  start_ms: 195760\n  end_ms: 197520\n- text: Now I'm the one who's educated\n  start_ms: 197520\n  end_ms: 199350\n- text: I suffered but I made it\n  start_ms: 199350\n  end_ms: 201230\n- text: I only write rhymes that will be appreciated\n  start_ms: 201230\n  end_ms: 202020\n- text: No matter how large I get\n  start_ms: 202020\n  end_ms: 203940\n- text: the fire still burns\n  start_ms: 203940\n  end_ms: 204800\n- text: '''Cause from the ''hood I came'\n  start_ms: 204800\n  end_ms: 207500\n- text: and to the 'hood I must return...\n  start_ms: 207500\n  end_ms: 209310\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 209310\n  end_ms: 211120\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  start_ms: 211120\n  end_ms: 214730\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 214730\n  end_ms: 216590\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  start_ms: 216590\n  end_ms: 219280\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 219280\n  end_ms: 221970\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n  start_ms: 221970\n  end_ms: 224650\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 224650\n  end_ms: 227300\n- text: (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  start_ms: 227300\n  end_ms: 229130\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 229130\nplain: |-\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  [DOITALL:]\n\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  we're those same (um) brothers that brought you \"Chief Rock\"\n  Now, um, underground's my style\n  to this I have vows\n  and I swear to my god\n  I'll always rock a crowd\n  So (um) peace to my area, N.W.K.\n  which is scarier\n  so if your on the deals,\n  who cares, the more the merrier\n  Now right off South Orange\n  on the block of one-nine\n  of course, thirteenth ave\n  is my stomping grounds\n  I open up my chest\n  and to my 'hood give my heart\n  'cause without the heart\n  then your 'hood falls apart\n  So respect to the cement\n  the park called \"the Corner\"\n  'cause that's where the DOITALL TWO was performing\n  Runnin' from the cops\n  I couldn't be stopped\n  'cause i was jumpin' big gates that connected the blocks\n  Now before making records\n  the 'hood was my savior\n  but now I'm making tunes to make you jam wit 'cha neighbor...\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  [MR. FUNKYMAN]\n  Well, I be the funk-ular\n  ultra-funk-ular\n  gamma-funk-ular\n  Half you rappers out there couldn't see me with binoculars\n  Anyone who thinks he'll take me out is just a dreamer\n  If you think you're the bomb, then I'm Hiroshima\n  When I die,\n  I hope they're making records up in heaven\n  On a scale of one to ten,\n  I'm like 100-5th-11\n  and sticks-and-stones-may-break-my-bones\n  but if you ever try to dis the Lords, then it's on\n  I go on beat...\n  off beat...\n  then jump right back on time\n  I drop another rhyme\n  and talk about your fat ugly mama (EEWWW!)\n  M.C.'s cannot rock me\n  I'm stone-proof\n  Me grabbin' the mic\n  is like Superman running to a phone booth\n  Straight from Martin Luther King Boulevard\n  In the heart of Newark, New Jersey,\n  make you say \"Lord have mercy\"\n  If you step up in my face\n  then it's do or die\n  and I'M GONNA MAKE YOU CRY! (waaahhhhh!)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  [DOITALL:]\n\n  Well, times have changed\n  not only for the urban\n  but also for suburban\n  We get props, we're deservin'\n  From black kids, to white kids\n  I see them bob their heads,\n  from the blond hair, to redhead\n  I even seen a dread\n  So now it doesn't matter\n  as the clock winds down\n  with the tic and the toc\n  because they love the sound\n  But people 'round your area\n  say you sell out\n  because you sell a million copies\n  and your tour goes BAAAAOOWW!\n  So do it for yourself,\n  and do it for the 'hood,\n  but do it from the heart,\n  'cause that's when it's good\n  Now tell me what's gonna happen\n  after the rappin'\n  when the clock ticks away\n  and ain't nothin' happenin'...\n  [MR. FUNKYMAN]\n  .I remember way back in the days on my block\n  when the kids used to meet up in the hallway and rock\n  on Martin Luther King's boulevard\n  with P.C., WISE, EASY ED, and my brother HARD BERNARD\n  used to hit the ill rhymes from the head\n  while I'd hit the beat on the wall until my hands turned red\n  You had the SHORTY TWO M.C.'S,\n  THE EDUCATED THREE,\n  I have to give them props for helping me be me\n  Now I'm the one who's educated\n  I suffered but I made it\n  I only write rhymes that will be appreciated\n  No matter how large I get\n  the fire still burns\n  'Cause from the 'hood I came\n  and to the 'hood I must return...\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n"},{"id":28628551,"name":"Tic Toc","trackName":"Tic Toc","artistName":"Lords of the Underground","albumName":"Keepers of the Funk","duration":229.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Tic toc, this is how we rock\nthrow your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nthrow your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\n(Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[DOITALL:]\n\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nwe're those same (um) brothers that brought you \"Chief Rock\"\nNow, um, underground's my style\nto this I have vows\nand I swear to my god\nI'll always rock a crowd\nSo (um) peace to my area, N.W.K.\nwhich is scarier\nso if your on the deals,\nwho cares, the more the merrier\nNow right off South Orange\non the block of one-nine\nof course, thirteenth ave\nis my stomping grounds\nI open up my chest\nand to my 'hood give my heart\n'cause without the heart\nthen your 'hood falls apart\nSo respect to the cement\nthe park called \"the Corner\"\n'cause that's where the DOITALL TWO was performing\nRunnin' from the cops\nI couldn't be stopped\n'cause i was jumpin' big gates that connected the blocks\nNow before making records\nthe 'hood was my savior\nbut now I'm making tunes to make you jam wit 'cha neighbor...\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\n(Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[MR. FUNKYMAN]\nWell, I be the funk-ular\nultra-funk-ular\ngamma-funk-ular\nHalf you rappers out there couldn't see me with binoculars\nAnyone who thinks he'll take me out is just a dreamer\nIf you think you're the bomb, then I'm Hiroshima\nWhen I die,\nI hope they're making records up in heaven\nOn a scale of one to ten,\nI'm like 100-5th-11\nand sticks-and-stones-may-break-my-bones\nbut if you ever try to dis the Lords, then it's on\nI go on beat...\noff beat...\nthen jump right back on time\nI drop another rhyme\nand talk about your fat ugly mama (EEWWW!)\nM.C.'s cannot rock me\nI'm stone-proof\nMe grabbin' the mic\nis like Superman running to a phone booth\nStraight from Martin Luther King Boulevard\nIn the heart of Newark, New Jersey,\nmake you say \"Lord have mercy\"\nIf you step up in my face\nthen it's do or die\nand I'M GONNA MAKE YOU CRY! (waaahhhhh!)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\n(Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[DOITALL:]\n\nWell, times have changed\nnot only for the urban\nbut also for suburban\nWe get props, we're deservin'\nFrom black kids, to white kids\nI see them bob their heads,\nfrom the blond hair, to redhead\nI even seen a dread\nSo now it doesn't matter\nas the clock winds down\nwith the tic and the toc\nbecause they love the sound\nBut people 'round your area\nsay you sell out\nbecause you sell a million copies\nand your tour goes BAAAAOOWW!\nSo do it for yourself,\nand do it for the 'hood,\nbut do it from the heart,\n'cause that's when it's good\nNow tell me what's gonna happen\nafter the rappin'\nwhen the clock ticks away\nand ain't nothin' happenin'...\n[MR. FUNKYMAN]\n.I remember way back in the days on my block\nwhen the kids used to meet up in the hallway and rock\non Martin Luther King's boulevard\nwith P.C., WISE, EASY ED, and my brother HARD BERNARD\nused to hit the ill rhymes from the head\nwhile I'd hit the beat on the wall until my hands turned red\nYou had the SHORTY TWO M.C.'S,\nTHE EDUCATED THREE,\nI have to give them props for helping me be me\nNow I'm the one who's educated\nI suffered but I made it\nI only write rhymes that will be appreciated\nNo matter how large I get\nthe fire still burns\n'Cause from the 'hood I came\nand to the 'hood I must return...\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\n(Tic toc, you don't stop...)","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.43] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:07.21] throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[00:09.98] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:12.62] throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[00:15.43] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:17.23] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[00:19.98] [DOITALL:]\n[00:20.85] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:22.69] we're those same (um) brothers that brought you \"Chief Rock\"\n[00:25.34] Now, um, underground's my style\n[00:27.29] to this I have vows\n[00:28.17] and I swear to my god\n[00:29.08] I'll always rock a crowd\n[00:30.88] So (um) peace to my area, N.W.K.\n[00:32.61] which is scarier\n[00:33.53] so if your on the deals,\n[00:34.48] who cares, the more the merrier\n[00:36.36] Now right off South Orange\n[00:37.26] on the block of one-nine\n[00:39.01] of course, thirteenth ave\n[00:39.94] is my stomping grounds\n[00:41.72] I open up my chest\n[00:42.67] and to my 'hood give my heart\n[00:43.51] 'cause without the heart\n[00:44.45] then your 'hood falls apart\n[00:46.38] So respect to the cement\n[00:47.23] the park called \"the Corner\"\n[00:49.09] 'cause that's where the DOITALL TWO was performing\n[00:51.75] Runnin' from the cops\n[00:52.66] I couldn't be stopped\n[00:54.41] 'cause i was jumpin' big gates that connected the blocks\n[00:56.28] Now before making records\n[00:58.07] the 'hood was my savior\n[00:58.99] but now I'm making tunes to make you jam wit 'cha neighbor...\n[01:01.61] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:04.30] Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[01:08.02] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:09.89] Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[01:12.56] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:15.22] Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n[01:18.03] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:19.85] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[01:22.50] [MR. FUNKYMAN]\n[01:23.41] Well, I be the funk-ular\n[01:24.34] ultra-funk-ular\n[01:25.20] gamma-funk-ular\n[01:26.14] Half you rappers out there couldn't see me with binoculars\n[01:28.02] Anyone who thinks he'll take me out is just a dreamer\n[01:30.77] If you think you're the bomb, then I'm Hiroshima\n[01:33.41] When I die,\n[01:34.33] I hope they're making records up in heaven\n[01:36.12] On a scale of one to ten,\n[01:37.03] I'm like 100-5th-11\n[01:38.91] and sticks-and-stones-may-break-my-bones\n[01:40.74] but if you ever try to dis the Lords, then it's on\n[01:43.48] I go on beat...\n[01:45.20] off beat...\n[01:46.18] then jump right back on time\n[01:47.08] I drop another rhyme\n[01:47.95] and talk about your fat ugly mama (EEWWW!)\n[01:49.84] M.C.'s cannot rock me\n[01:50.79] I'm stone-proof\n[01:51.64] Me grabbin' the mic\n[01:52.51] is like Superman running to a phone booth\n[01:54.39] Straight from Martin Luther King Boulevard\n[01:57.05] In the heart of Newark, New Jersey,\n[01:58.82] make you say \"Lord have mercy\"\n[01:59.72] If you step up in my face\n[02:00.64] then it's do or die\n[02:02.48] and I'M GONNA MAKE YOU CRY! (waaahhhhh!)\n[02:05.14] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[02:06.08] Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[02:10.64] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[02:12.45] Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[02:15.19] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[02:17.90] Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n[02:20.65] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[02:23.34] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[02:25.12] [DOITALL:]\n[02:26.03] Well, times have changed\n[02:26.97] not only for the urban\n[02:28.75] but also for suburban\n[02:29.65] We get props, we're deservin'\n[02:31.41] From black kids, to white kids\n[02:32.36] I see them bob their heads,\n[02:33.20] from the blond hair, to redhead\n[02:35.09] I even seen a dread\n[02:35.96] So now it doesn't matter\n[02:37.88] as the clock winds down\n[02:38.68] with the tic and the toc\n[02:39.62] because they love the sound\n[02:41.42] But people 'round your area\n[02:42.37] say you sell out\n[02:44.16] because you sell a million copies\n[02:45.04] and your tour goes BAAAAOOWW!\n[02:46.86] So do it for yourself,\n[02:48.61] and do it for the 'hood,\n[02:49.56] but do it from the heart,\n[02:50.48] 'cause that's when it's good\n[02:52.26] Now tell me what's gonna happen\n[02:53.15] after the rappin'\n[02:54.03] when the clock ticks away\n[02:55.94] and ain't nothin' happenin'...\n[02:56.80] [MR. FUNKYMAN]\n[02:57.78] .I remember way back in the days on my block\n[02:59.54] when the kids used to meet up in the hallway and rock\n[03:02.29] on Martin Luther King's boulevard\n[03:04.03] with P.C., WISE, EASY ED, and my brother HARD BERNARD\n[03:07.68] used to hit the ill rhymes from the head\n[03:09.41] while I'd hit the beat on the wall until my hands turned red\n[03:12.16] You had the SHORTY TWO M.C.'S,\n[03:14.85] THE EDUCATED THREE,\n[03:15.76] I have to give them props for helping me be me\n[03:17.52] Now I'm the one who's educated\n[03:19.35] I suffered but I made it\n[03:21.23] I only write rhymes that will be appreciated\n[03:22.02] No matter how large I get\n[03:23.94] the fire still burns\n[03:24.80] 'Cause from the 'hood I came\n[03:27.50] and to the 'hood I must return...\n[03:29.31] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:31.12] Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[03:34.73] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:36.59] Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[03:39.28] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:41.97] Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n[03:44.65] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:47.30] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[03:49.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tic Toc\n  artist: Lords of the Underground\n  album: Keepers of the Funk\n  duration_ms: 229000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 5430\n  end_ms: 7210\n- text: throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  start_ms: 7210\n  end_ms: 9980\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 9980\n  end_ms: 12620\n- text: throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  start_ms: 12620\n  end_ms: 15430\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 15430\n  end_ms: 17230\n- text: (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  start_ms: 17230\n  end_ms: 19980\n- text: '[DOITALL:]'\n  start_ms: 19980\n  end_ms: 20850\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 20850\n  end_ms: 22690\n- text: we're those same (um) brothers that brought you \"Chief Rock\"\n  start_ms: 22690\n  end_ms: 25340\n- text: Now, um, underground's my style\n  start_ms: 25340\n  end_ms: 27290\n- text: to this I have vows\n  start_ms: 27290\n  end_ms: 28170\n- text: and I swear to my god\n  start_ms: 28170\n  end_ms: 29080\n- text: I'll always rock a crowd\n  start_ms: 29080\n  end_ms: 30880\n- text: So (um) peace to my area, N.W.K.\n  start_ms: 30880\n  end_ms: 32610\n- text: which is scarier\n  start_ms: 32610\n  end_ms: 33530\n- text: so if your on the deals,\n  start_ms: 33530\n  end_ms: 34480\n- text: who cares, the more the merrier\n  start_ms: 34480\n  end_ms: 36360\n- text: Now right off South Orange\n  start_ms: 36360\n  end_ms: 37260\n- text: on the block of one-nine\n  start_ms: 37260\n  end_ms: 39010\n- text: of course, thirteenth ave\n  start_ms: 39010\n  end_ms: 39940\n- text: is my stomping grounds\n  start_ms: 39940\n  end_ms: 41720\n- text: I open up my chest\n  start_ms: 41720\n  end_ms: 42670\n- text: and to my 'hood give my heart\n  start_ms: 42670\n  end_ms: 43510\n- text: '''cause without the heart'\n  start_ms: 43510\n  end_ms: 44450\n- text: then your 'hood falls apart\n  start_ms: 44450\n  end_ms: 46380\n- text: So respect to the cement\n  start_ms: 46380\n  end_ms: 47230\n- text: the park called \"the Corner\"\n  start_ms: 47230\n  end_ms: 49090\n- text: '''cause that''s where the DOITALL TWO was performing'\n  start_ms: 49090\n  end_ms: 51750\n- text: Runnin' from the cops\n  start_ms: 51750\n  end_ms: 52660\n- text: I couldn't be stopped\n  start_ms: 52660\n  end_ms: 54410\n- text: '''cause i was jumpin'' big gates that connected the blocks'\n  start_ms: 54410\n  end_ms: 56280\n- text: Now before making records\n  start_ms: 56280\n  end_ms: 58070\n- text: the 'hood was my savior\n  start_ms: 58070\n  end_ms: 58990\n- text: but now I'm making tunes to make you jam wit 'cha neighbor...\n  start_ms: 58990\n  end_ms: 61610\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 61610\n  end_ms: 64300\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  start_ms: 64300\n  end_ms: 68020\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 68020\n  end_ms: 69890\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  start_ms: 69890\n  end_ms: 72560\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 72560\n  end_ms: 75220\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n  start_ms: 75220\n  end_ms: 78030\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 78030\n  end_ms: 79850\n- text: (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  start_ms: 79850\n  end_ms: 82500\n- text: '[MR. 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FUNKYMAN]\n  Well, I be the funk-ular\n  ultra-funk-ular\n  gamma-funk-ular\n  Half you rappers out there couldn't see me with binoculars\n  Anyone who thinks he'll take me out is just a dreamer\n  If you think you're the bomb, then I'm Hiroshima\n  When I die,\n  I hope they're making records up in heaven\n  On a scale of one to ten,\n  I'm like 100-5th-11\n  and sticks-and-stones-may-break-my-bones\n  but if you ever try to dis the Lords, then it's on\n  I go on beat...\n  off beat...\n  then jump right back on time\n  I drop another rhyme\n  and talk about your fat ugly mama (EEWWW!)\n  M.C.'s cannot rock me\n  I'm stone-proof\n  Me grabbin' the mic\n  is like Superman running to a phone booth\n  Straight from Martin Luther King Boulevard\n  In the heart of Newark, New Jersey,\n  make you say \"Lord have mercy\"\n  If you step up in my face\n  then it's do or die\n  and I'M GONNA MAKE YOU CRY! 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FUNKYMAN]\nWell, I be the funk-ular\nultra-funk-ular\ngamma-funk-ular\nHalf you rappers out there couldn't see me with binoculars\nAnyone who thinks he'll take me out is just a dreamer\nIf you think you're the bomb, then I'm Hiroshima\nWhen I die,\nI hope they're making records up in heaven\nOn a scale of one to ten,\nI'm like 100-5th-11\nand sticks-and-stones-may-break-my-bones\nbut if you ever try to dis the Lords, then it's on\nI go on beat...\noff beat...\nthen jump right back on time\nI drop another rhyme\nand talk about your fat ugly mama (EEWWW!)\nM.C.'s cannot rock me\nI'm stone-proof\nMe grabbin' the mic\nis like Superman running to a phone booth\nStraight from Martin Luther King Boulevard\nIn the heart of Newark, New Jersey,\nmake you say \"Lord have mercy\"\nIf you step up in my face\nthen it's do or die\nand I'M GONNA MAKE YOU CRY! 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FUNKYMAN]\n.I remember way back in the days on my block\nwhen the kids used to meet up in the hallway and rock\non Martin Luther King's boulevard\nwith P.C., WISE, EASY ED, and my brother HARD BERNARD\nused to hit the ill rhymes from the head\nwhile I'd hit the beat on the wall until my hands turned red\nYou had the SHORTY TWO M.C.'S,\nTHE EDUCATED THREE,\nI have to give them props for helping me be me\nNow I'm the one who's educated\nI suffered but I made it\nI only write rhymes that will be appreciated\nNo matter how large I get\nthe fire still burns\n'Cause from the 'hood I came\nand to the 'hood I must return...\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\n(Tic toc, you don't stop...)","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.43] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:07.21] throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[00:09.98] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:12.62] throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[00:15.43] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:17.23] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[00:19.98] [DOITALL:]\n[00:20.85] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:22.69] we're those same (um) brothers that brought you \"Chief Rock\"\n[00:25.34] Now, um, underground's my style\n[00:27.29] to this I have vows\n[00:28.17] and I swear to my god\n[00:29.08] I'll always rock a crowd\n[00:30.88] So (um) peace to my area, N.W.K.\n[00:32.61] which is scarier\n[00:33.53] so if your on the deals,\n[00:34.48] who cares, the more the merrier\n[00:36.36] Now right off South Orange\n[00:37.26] on the block of one-nine\n[00:39.01] of course, thirteenth ave\n[00:39.94] is my stomping grounds\n[00:41.72] I open up my chest\n[00:42.67] and to my 'hood give my heart\n[00:43.51] 'cause without the heart\n[00:44.45] then your 'hood falls apart\n[00:46.38] So respect to the cement\n[00:47.23] the park called \"the Corner\"\n[00:49.09] 'cause that's where the DOITALL TWO was performing\n[00:51.75] Runnin' from the cops\n[00:52.66] I couldn't be stopped\n[00:54.41] 'cause i was jumpin' big gates that connected the blocks\n[00:56.28] Now before making records\n[00:58.07] the 'hood was my savior\n[00:58.99] but now I'm making tunes to make you jam wit 'cha neighbor...\n[01:01.61] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:04.30] Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[01:08.02] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:09.89] Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[01:12.56] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:15.22] Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n[01:18.03] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:19.85] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[01:22.50] [MR. FUNKYMAN]\n[01:23.41] Well, I be the funk-ular\n[01:24.34] ultra-funk-ular\n[01:25.20] gamma-funk-ular\n[01:26.14] Half you rappers out there couldn't see me with binoculars\n[01:28.02] Anyone who thinks he'll take me out is just a dreamer\n[01:30.77] If you think you're the bomb, then I'm Hiroshima\n[01:33.41] When I die,\n[01:34.33] I hope they're making records up in heaven\n[01:36.12] On a scale of one to ten,\n[01:37.03] I'm like 100-5th-11\n[01:38.91] and sticks-and-stones-may-break-my-bones\n[01:40.74] but if you ever try to dis the Lords, then it's on\n[01:43.48] I go on beat...\n[01:45.20] off beat...\n[01:46.18] then jump right back on time\n[01:47.08] I drop another rhyme\n[01:47.95] and talk about your fat ugly mama (EEWWW!)\n[01:49.84] M.C.'s cannot rock me\n[01:50.79] I'm stone-proof\n[01:51.64] Me grabbin' the mic\n[01:52.51] is like Superman running to a phone booth\n[01:54.39] Straight from Martin Luther King Boulevard\n[01:57.05] In the heart of Newark, New Jersey,\n[01:58.82] make you say \"Lord have mercy\"\n[01:59.72] If you step up in my face\n[02:00.64] then it's do or die\n[02:02.48] and I'M GONNA MAKE YOU CRY! 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FUNKYMAN]\n[02:57.78] .I remember way back in the days on my block\n[02:59.54] when the kids used to meet up in the hallway and rock\n[03:02.29] on Martin Luther King's boulevard\n[03:04.03] with P.C., WISE, EASY ED, and my brother HARD BERNARD\n[03:07.68] used to hit the ill rhymes from the head\n[03:09.41] while I'd hit the beat on the wall until my hands turned red\n[03:12.16] You had the SHORTY TWO M.C.'S,\n[03:14.85] THE EDUCATED THREE,\n[03:15.76] I have to give them props for helping me be me\n[03:17.52] Now I'm the one who's educated\n[03:19.35] I suffered but I made it\n[03:21.23] I only write rhymes that will be appreciated\n[03:22.02] No matter how large I get\n[03:23.94] the fire still burns\n[03:24.80] 'Cause from the 'hood I came\n[03:27.50] and to the 'hood I must return...\n[03:29.31] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:31.12] Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[03:34.73] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:36.59] Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[03:39.28] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:41.97] Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n[03:44.65] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:47.30] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[03:49.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tic Toc\n  artist: Lords of the Underground\n  album: Keepers of the Funk CD\n  duration_ms: 231667\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 5430\n  end_ms: 7210\n- text: throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  start_ms: 7210\n  end_ms: 9980\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 9980\n  end_ms: 12620\n- text: throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  start_ms: 12620\n  end_ms: 15430\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 15430\n  end_ms: 17230\n- text: (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  start_ms: 17230\n  end_ms: 19980\n- text: '[DOITALL:]'\n  start_ms: 19980\n  end_ms: 20850\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 20850\n  end_ms: 22690\n- text: we're those same (um) brothers that brought you \"Chief Rock\"\n  start_ms: 22690\n  end_ms: 25340\n- text: Now, um, underground's my style\n  start_ms: 25340\n  end_ms: 27290\n- text: to this I have vows\n  start_ms: 27290\n  end_ms: 28170\n- text: and I swear to my god\n  start_ms: 28170\n  end_ms: 29080\n- text: I'll always rock a crowd\n  start_ms: 29080\n  end_ms: 30880\n- text: So (um) peace to my area, N.W.K.\n  start_ms: 30880\n  end_ms: 32610\n- text: which is scarier\n  start_ms: 32610\n  end_ms: 33530\n- text: so if your on the deals,\n  start_ms: 33530\n  end_ms: 34480\n- text: who cares, the more the merrier\n  start_ms: 34480\n  end_ms: 36360\n- text: Now right off South Orange\n  start_ms: 36360\n  end_ms: 37260\n- text: on the block of one-nine\n  start_ms: 37260\n  end_ms: 39010\n- text: of course, thirteenth ave\n  start_ms: 39010\n  end_ms: 39940\n- text: is my stomping grounds\n  start_ms: 39940\n  end_ms: 41720\n- text: I open up my chest\n  start_ms: 41720\n  end_ms: 42670\n- text: and to my 'hood give my heart\n  start_ms: 42670\n  end_ms: 43510\n- text: '''cause without the heart'\n  start_ms: 43510\n  end_ms: 44450\n- text: then your 'hood falls apart\n  start_ms: 44450\n  end_ms: 46380\n- text: So respect to the cement\n  start_ms: 46380\n  end_ms: 47230\n- text: the park called \"the Corner\"\n  start_ms: 47230\n  end_ms: 49090\n- text: '''cause that''s where the DOITALL TWO was performing'\n  start_ms: 49090\n  end_ms: 51750\n- text: Runnin' from the cops\n  start_ms: 51750\n  end_ms: 52660\n- text: I couldn't be stopped\n  start_ms: 52660\n  end_ms: 54410\n- text: '''cause i was jumpin'' big gates that connected the blocks'\n  start_ms: 54410\n  end_ms: 56280\n- text: Now before making records\n  start_ms: 56280\n  end_ms: 58070\n- text: the 'hood was my savior\n  start_ms: 58070\n  end_ms: 58990\n- text: but now I'm making tunes to make you jam wit 'cha neighbor...\n  start_ms: 58990\n  end_ms: 61610\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 61610\n  end_ms: 64300\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  start_ms: 64300\n  end_ms: 68020\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 68020\n  end_ms: 69890\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  start_ms: 69890\n  end_ms: 72560\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 72560\n  end_ms: 75220\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n  start_ms: 75220\n  end_ms: 78030\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 78030\n  end_ms: 79850\n- text: (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  start_ms: 79850\n  end_ms: 82500\n- text: '[MR. 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FUNKYMAN]'\n  start_ms: 176800\n  end_ms: 177780\n- text: .I remember way back in the days on my block\n  start_ms: 177780\n  end_ms: 179540\n- text: when the kids used to meet up in the hallway and rock\n  start_ms: 179540\n  end_ms: 182290\n- text: on Martin Luther King's boulevard\n  start_ms: 182290\n  end_ms: 184030\n- text: with P.C., WISE, EASY ED, and my brother HARD BERNARD\n  start_ms: 184030\n  end_ms: 187680\n- text: used to hit the ill rhymes from the head\n  start_ms: 187680\n  end_ms: 189410\n- text: while I'd hit the beat on the wall until my hands turned red\n  start_ms: 189410\n  end_ms: 192160\n- text: You had the SHORTY TWO M.C.'S,\n  start_ms: 192160\n  end_ms: 194850\n- text: THE EDUCATED THREE,\n  start_ms: 194850\n  end_ms: 195760\n- text: I have to give them props for helping me be me\n  start_ms: 195760\n  end_ms: 197520\n- text: Now I'm the one who's educated\n  start_ms: 197520\n  end_ms: 199350\n- text: I suffered but I made it\n  start_ms: 199350\n  end_ms: 201230\n- text: I only write rhymes that will be appreciated\n  start_ms: 201230\n  end_ms: 202020\n- text: No matter how large I get\n  start_ms: 202020\n  end_ms: 203940\n- text: the fire still burns\n  start_ms: 203940\n  end_ms: 204800\n- text: '''Cause from the ''hood I came'\n  start_ms: 204800\n  end_ms: 207500\n- text: and to the 'hood I must return...\n  start_ms: 207500\n  end_ms: 209310\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 209310\n  end_ms: 211120\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  start_ms: 211120\n  end_ms: 214730\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 214730\n  end_ms: 216590\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  start_ms: 216590\n  end_ms: 219280\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 219280\n  end_ms: 221970\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n  start_ms: 221970\n  end_ms: 224650\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 224650\n  end_ms: 227300\n- text: (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  start_ms: 227300\n  end_ms: 229130\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 229130\nplain: |-\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  [DOITALL:]\n\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  we're those same (um) brothers that brought you \"Chief Rock\"\n  Now, um, underground's my style\n  to this I have vows\n  and I swear to my god\n  I'll always rock a crowd\n  So (um) peace to my area, N.W.K.\n  which is scarier\n  so if your on the deals,\n  who cares, the more the merrier\n  Now right off South Orange\n  on the block of one-nine\n  of course, thirteenth ave\n  is my stomping grounds\n  I open up my chest\n  and to my 'hood give my heart\n  'cause without the heart\n  then your 'hood falls apart\n  So respect to the cement\n  the park called \"the Corner\"\n  'cause that's where the DOITALL TWO was performing\n  Runnin' from the cops\n  I couldn't be stopped\n  'cause i was jumpin' big gates that connected the blocks\n  Now before making records\n  the 'hood was my savior\n  but now I'm making tunes to make you jam wit 'cha neighbor...\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  [MR. FUNKYMAN]\n  Well, I be the funk-ular\n  ultra-funk-ular\n  gamma-funk-ular\n  Half you rappers out there couldn't see me with binoculars\n  Anyone who thinks he'll take me out is just a dreamer\n  If you think you're the bomb, then I'm Hiroshima\n  When I die,\n  I hope they're making records up in heaven\n  On a scale of one to ten,\n  I'm like 100-5th-11\n  and sticks-and-stones-may-break-my-bones\n  but if you ever try to dis the Lords, then it's on\n  I go on beat...\n  off beat...\n  then jump right back on time\n  I drop another rhyme\n  and talk about your fat ugly mama (EEWWW!)\n  M.C.'s cannot rock me\n  I'm stone-proof\n  Me grabbin' the mic\n  is like Superman running to a phone booth\n  Straight from Martin Luther King Boulevard\n  In the heart of Newark, New Jersey,\n  make you say \"Lord have mercy\"\n  If you step up in my face\n  then it's do or die\n  and I'M GONNA MAKE YOU CRY! (waaahhhhh!)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  [DOITALL:]\n\n  Well, times have changed\n  not only for the urban\n  but also for suburban\n  We get props, we're deservin'\n  From black kids, to white kids\n  I see them bob their heads,\n  from the blond hair, to redhead\n  I even seen a dread\n  So now it doesn't matter\n  as the clock winds down\n  with the tic and the toc\n  because they love the sound\n  But people 'round your area\n  say you sell out\n  because you sell a million copies\n  and your tour goes BAAAAOOWW!\n  So do it for yourself,\n  and do it for the 'hood,\n  but do it from the heart,\n  'cause that's when it's good\n  Now tell me what's gonna happen\n  after the rappin'\n  when the clock ticks away\n  and ain't nothin' happenin'...\n  [MR. FUNKYMAN]\n  .I remember way back in the days on my block\n  when the kids used to meet up in the hallway and rock\n  on Martin Luther King's boulevard\n  with P.C., WISE, EASY ED, and my brother HARD BERNARD\n  used to hit the ill rhymes from the head\n  while I'd hit the beat on the wall until my hands turned red\n  You had the SHORTY TWO M.C.'S,\n  THE EDUCATED THREE,\n  I have to give them props for helping me be me\n  Now I'm the one who's educated\n  I suffered but I made it\n  I only write rhymes that will be appreciated\n  No matter how large I get\n  the fire still burns\n  'Cause from the 'hood I came\n  and to the 'hood I must return...\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n"},{"id":30093797,"name":"Tic Toc","trackName":"Tic Toc","artistName":"Lords of the Underground","albumName":"Cool Groove, Vol. 1","duration":233.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Tic toc, this is how we rock\nthrow your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nthrow your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\n(Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[DOITALL:]\n\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nwe're those same (um) brothers that brought you \"Chief Rock\"\nNow, um, underground's my style\nto this I have vows\nand I swear to my god\nI'll always rock a crowd\nSo (um) peace to my area, N.W.K.\nwhich is scarier\nso if your on the deals,\nwho cares, the more the merrier\nNow right off South Orange\non the block of one-nine\nof course, thirteenth ave\nis my stomping grounds\nI open up my chest\nand to my 'hood give my heart\n'cause without the heart\nthen your 'hood falls apart\nSo respect to the cement\nthe park called \"the Corner\"\n'cause that's where the DOITALL TWO was performing\nRunnin' from the cops\nI couldn't be stopped\n'cause i was jumpin' big gates that connected the blocks\nNow before making records\nthe 'hood was my savior\nbut now I'm making tunes to make you jam wit 'cha neighbor...\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\n(Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[MR. FUNKYMAN]\nWell, I be the funk-ular\nultra-funk-ular\ngamma-funk-ular\nHalf you rappers out there couldn't see me with binoculars\nAnyone who thinks he'll take me out is just a dreamer\nIf you think you're the bomb, then I'm Hiroshima\nWhen I die,\nI hope they're making records up in heaven\nOn a scale of one to ten,\nI'm like 100-5th-11\nand sticks-and-stones-may-break-my-bones\nbut if you ever try to dis the Lords, then it's on\nI go on beat...\noff beat...\nthen jump right back on time\nI drop another rhyme\nand talk about your fat ugly mama (EEWWW!)\nM.C.'s cannot rock me\nI'm stone-proof\nMe grabbin' the mic\nis like Superman running to a phone booth\nStraight from Martin Luther King Boulevard\nIn the heart of Newark, New Jersey,\nmake you say \"Lord have mercy\"\nIf you step up in my face\nthen it's do or die\nand I'M GONNA MAKE YOU CRY! (waaahhhhh!)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\n(Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[DOITALL:]\n\nWell, times have changed\nnot only for the urban\nbut also for suburban\nWe get props, we're deservin'\nFrom black kids, to white kids\nI see them bob their heads,\nfrom the blond hair, to redhead\nI even seen a dread\nSo now it doesn't matter\nas the clock winds down\nwith the tic and the toc\nbecause they love the sound\nBut people 'round your area\nsay you sell out\nbecause you sell a million copies\nand your tour goes BAAAAOOWW!\nSo do it for yourself,\nand do it for the 'hood,\nbut do it from the heart,\n'cause that's when it's good\nNow tell me what's gonna happen\nafter the rappin'\nwhen the clock ticks away\nand ain't nothin' happenin'...\n[MR. FUNKYMAN]\n.I remember way back in the days on my block\nwhen the kids used to meet up in the hallway and rock\non Martin Luther King's boulevard\nwith P.C., WISE, EASY ED, and my brother HARD BERNARD\nused to hit the ill rhymes from the head\nwhile I'd hit the beat on the wall until my hands turned red\nYou had the SHORTY TWO M.C.'S,\nTHE EDUCATED THREE,\nI have to give them props for helping me be me\nNow I'm the one who's educated\nI suffered but I made it\nI only write rhymes that will be appreciated\nNo matter how large I get\nthe fire still burns\n'Cause from the 'hood I came\nand to the 'hood I must return...\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\n(Tic toc, you don't stop...)","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.43] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:07.21] throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[00:09.98] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:12.62] throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[00:15.43] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:17.23] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[00:19.98] [DOITALL:]\n[00:20.85] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:22.69] we're those same (um) brothers that brought you \"Chief Rock\"\n[00:25.34] Now, um, underground's my style\n[00:27.29] to this I have vows\n[00:28.17] and I swear to my god\n[00:29.08] I'll always rock a crowd\n[00:30.88] So (um) peace to my area, N.W.K.\n[00:32.61] which is scarier\n[00:33.53] so if your on the deals,\n[00:34.48] who cares, the more the merrier\n[00:36.36] Now right off South Orange\n[00:37.26] on the block of one-nine\n[00:39.01] of course, thirteenth ave\n[00:39.94] is my stomping grounds\n[00:41.72] I open up my chest\n[00:42.67] and to my 'hood give my heart\n[00:43.51] 'cause without the heart\n[00:44.45] then your 'hood falls apart\n[00:46.38] So respect to the cement\n[00:47.23] the park called \"the Corner\"\n[00:49.09] 'cause that's where the DOITALL TWO was performing\n[00:51.75] Runnin' from the cops\n[00:52.66] I couldn't be stopped\n[00:54.41] 'cause i was jumpin' big gates that connected the blocks\n[00:56.28] Now before making records\n[00:58.07] the 'hood was my savior\n[00:58.99] but now I'm making tunes to make you jam wit 'cha neighbor...\n[01:01.61] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:04.30] Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[01:08.02] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:09.89] Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[01:12.56] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:15.22] Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n[01:18.03] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:19.85] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[01:22.50] [MR. FUNKYMAN]\n[01:23.41] Well, I be the funk-ular\n[01:24.34] ultra-funk-ular\n[01:25.20] gamma-funk-ular\n[01:26.14] Half you rappers out there couldn't see me with binoculars\n[01:28.02] Anyone who thinks he'll take me out is just a dreamer\n[01:30.77] If you think you're the bomb, then I'm Hiroshima\n[01:33.41] When I die,\n[01:34.33] I hope they're making records up in heaven\n[01:36.12] On a scale of one to ten,\n[01:37.03] I'm like 100-5th-11\n[01:38.91] and sticks-and-stones-may-break-my-bones\n[01:40.74] but if you ever try to dis the Lords, then it's on\n[01:43.48] I go on beat...\n[01:45.20] off beat...\n[01:46.18] then jump right back on time\n[01:47.08] I drop another rhyme\n[01:47.95] and talk about your fat ugly mama (EEWWW!)\n[01:49.84] M.C.'s cannot rock me\n[01:50.79] I'm stone-proof\n[01:51.64] Me grabbin' the mic\n[01:52.51] is like Superman running to a phone booth\n[01:54.39] Straight from Martin Luther King Boulevard\n[01:57.05] In the heart of Newark, New Jersey,\n[01:58.82] make you say \"Lord have mercy\"\n[01:59.72] If you step up in my face\n[02:00.64] then it's do or die\n[02:02.48] and I'M GONNA MAKE YOU CRY! (waaahhhhh!)\n[02:05.14] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[02:06.08] Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[02:10.64] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[02:12.45] Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[02:15.19] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[02:17.90] Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n[02:20.65] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[02:23.34] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[02:25.12] [DOITALL:]\n[02:26.03] Well, times have changed\n[02:26.97] not only for the urban\n[02:28.75] but also for suburban\n[02:29.65] We get props, we're deservin'\n[02:31.41] From black kids, to white kids\n[02:32.36] I see them bob their heads,\n[02:33.20] from the blond hair, to redhead\n[02:35.09] I even seen a dread\n[02:35.96] So now it doesn't matter\n[02:37.88] as the clock winds down\n[02:38.68] with the tic and the toc\n[02:39.62] because they love the sound\n[02:41.42] But people 'round your area\n[02:42.37] say you sell out\n[02:44.16] because you sell a million copies\n[02:45.04] and your tour goes BAAAAOOWW!\n[02:46.86] So do it for yourself,\n[02:48.61] and do it for the 'hood,\n[02:49.56] but do it from the heart,\n[02:50.48] 'cause that's when it's good\n[02:52.26] Now tell me what's gonna happen\n[02:53.15] after the rappin'\n[02:54.03] when the clock ticks away\n[02:55.94] and ain't nothin' happenin'...\n[02:56.80] [MR. FUNKYMAN]\n[02:57.78] .I remember way back in the days on my block\n[02:59.54] when the kids used to meet up in the hallway and rock\n[03:02.29] on Martin Luther King's boulevard\n[03:04.03] with P.C., WISE, EASY ED, and my brother HARD BERNARD\n[03:07.68] used to hit the ill rhymes from the head\n[03:09.41] while I'd hit the beat on the wall until my hands turned red\n[03:12.16] You had the SHORTY TWO M.C.'S,\n[03:14.85] THE EDUCATED THREE,\n[03:15.76] I have to give them props for helping me be me\n[03:17.52] Now I'm the one who's educated\n[03:19.35] I suffered but I made it\n[03:21.23] I only write rhymes that will be appreciated\n[03:22.02] No matter how large I get\n[03:23.94] the fire still burns\n[03:24.80] 'Cause from the 'hood I came\n[03:27.50] and to the 'hood I must return...\n[03:29.31] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:31.12] Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[03:34.73] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:36.59] Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[03:39.28] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:41.97] Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n[03:44.65] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:47.30] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[03:49.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tic Toc\n  artist: Lords of the Underground\n  album: Cool Groove, Vol. 1\n  duration_ms: 233000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 5430\n  end_ms: 7210\n- text: throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  start_ms: 7210\n  end_ms: 9980\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 9980\n  end_ms: 12620\n- text: throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  start_ms: 12620\n  end_ms: 15430\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 15430\n  end_ms: 17230\n- text: (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  start_ms: 17230\n  end_ms: 19980\n- text: '[DOITALL:]'\n  start_ms: 19980\n  end_ms: 20850\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 20850\n  end_ms: 22690\n- text: we're those same (um) brothers that brought you \"Chief Rock\"\n  start_ms: 22690\n  end_ms: 25340\n- text: Now, um, underground's my style\n  start_ms: 25340\n  end_ms: 27290\n- text: to this I have vows\n  start_ms: 27290\n  end_ms: 28170\n- text: and I swear to my god\n  start_ms: 28170\n  end_ms: 29080\n- text: I'll always rock a crowd\n  start_ms: 29080\n  end_ms: 30880\n- text: So (um) peace to my area, N.W.K.\n  start_ms: 30880\n  end_ms: 32610\n- text: which is scarier\n  start_ms: 32610\n  end_ms: 33530\n- text: so if your on the deals,\n  start_ms: 33530\n  end_ms: 34480\n- text: who cares, the more the merrier\n  start_ms: 34480\n  end_ms: 36360\n- text: Now right off South Orange\n  start_ms: 36360\n  end_ms: 37260\n- text: on the block of one-nine\n  start_ms: 37260\n  end_ms: 39010\n- text: of course, thirteenth ave\n  start_ms: 39010\n  end_ms: 39940\n- text: is my stomping grounds\n  start_ms: 39940\n  end_ms: 41720\n- text: I open up my chest\n  start_ms: 41720\n  end_ms: 42670\n- text: and to my 'hood give my heart\n  start_ms: 42670\n  end_ms: 43510\n- text: '''cause without the heart'\n  start_ms: 43510\n  end_ms: 44450\n- text: then your 'hood falls apart\n  start_ms: 44450\n  end_ms: 46380\n- text: So respect to the cement\n  start_ms: 46380\n  end_ms: 47230\n- text: the park called \"the Corner\"\n  start_ms: 47230\n  end_ms: 49090\n- text: '''cause that''s where the DOITALL TWO was performing'\n  start_ms: 49090\n  end_ms: 51750\n- text: Runnin' from the cops\n  start_ms: 51750\n  end_ms: 52660\n- text: I couldn't be stopped\n  start_ms: 52660\n  end_ms: 54410\n- text: '''cause i was jumpin'' big gates that connected the blocks'\n  start_ms: 54410\n  end_ms: 56280\n- text: Now before making records\n  start_ms: 56280\n  end_ms: 58070\n- text: the 'hood was my savior\n  start_ms: 58070\n  end_ms: 58990\n- text: but now I'm making tunes to make you jam wit 'cha neighbor...\n  start_ms: 58990\n  end_ms: 61610\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 61610\n  end_ms: 64300\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  start_ms: 64300\n  end_ms: 68020\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 68020\n  end_ms: 69890\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  start_ms: 69890\n  end_ms: 72560\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 72560\n  end_ms: 75220\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n  start_ms: 75220\n  end_ms: 78030\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 78030\n  end_ms: 79850\n- text: (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  start_ms: 79850\n  end_ms: 82500\n- text: '[MR. 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FUNKYMAN]\n  Well, I be the funk-ular\n  ultra-funk-ular\n  gamma-funk-ular\n  Half you rappers out there couldn't see me with binoculars\n  Anyone who thinks he'll take me out is just a dreamer\n  If you think you're the bomb, then I'm Hiroshima\n  When I die,\n  I hope they're making records up in heaven\n  On a scale of one to ten,\n  I'm like 100-5th-11\n  and sticks-and-stones-may-break-my-bones\n  but if you ever try to dis the Lords, then it's on\n  I go on beat...\n  off beat...\n  then jump right back on time\n  I drop another rhyme\n  and talk about your fat ugly mama (EEWWW!)\n  M.C.'s cannot rock me\n  I'm stone-proof\n  Me grabbin' the mic\n  is like Superman running to a phone booth\n  Straight from Martin Luther King Boulevard\n  In the heart of Newark, New Jersey,\n  make you say \"Lord have mercy\"\n  If you step up in my face\n  then it's do or die\n  and I'M GONNA MAKE YOU CRY! 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FUNKYMAN]\nWell, I be the funk-ular\nultra-funk-ular\ngamma-funk-ular\nHalf you rappers out there couldn't see me with binoculars\nAnyone who thinks he'll take me out is just a dreamer\nIf you think you're the bomb, then I'm Hiroshima\nWhen I die,\nI hope they're making records up in heaven\nOn a scale of one to ten,\nI'm like 100-5th-11\nand sticks-and-stones-may-break-my-bones\nbut if you ever try to dis the Lords, then it's on\nI go on beat...\noff beat...\nthen jump right back on time\nI drop another rhyme\nand talk about your fat ugly mama (EEWWW!)\nM.C.'s cannot rock me\nI'm stone-proof\nMe grabbin' the mic\nis like Superman running to a phone booth\nStraight from Martin Luther King Boulevard\nIn the heart of Newark, New Jersey,\nmake you say \"Lord have mercy\"\nIf you step up in my face\nthen it's do or die\nand I'M GONNA MAKE YOU CRY! 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FUNKYMAN]\n.I remember way back in the days on my block\nwhen the kids used to meet up in the hallway and rock\non Martin Luther King's boulevard\nwith P.C., WISE, EASY ED, and my brother HARD BERNARD\nused to hit the ill rhymes from the head\nwhile I'd hit the beat on the wall until my hands turned red\nYou had the SHORTY TWO M.C.'S,\nTHE EDUCATED THREE,\nI have to give them props for helping me be me\nNow I'm the one who's educated\nI suffered but I made it\nI only write rhymes that will be appreciated\nNo matter how large I get\nthe fire still burns\n'Cause from the 'hood I came\nand to the 'hood I must return...\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\n(Tic toc, you don't stop...)","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.43] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:07.21] throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[00:09.98] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:12.62] throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[00:15.43] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:17.23] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[00:19.98] [DOITALL:]\n[00:20.85] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:22.69] we're those same (um) brothers that brought you \"Chief Rock\"\n[00:25.34] Now, um, underground's my style\n[00:27.29] to this I have vows\n[00:28.17] and I swear to my god\n[00:29.08] I'll always rock a crowd\n[00:30.88] So (um) peace to my area, N.W.K.\n[00:32.61] which is scarier\n[00:33.53] so if your on the deals,\n[00:34.48] who cares, the more the merrier\n[00:36.36] Now right off South Orange\n[00:37.26] on the block of one-nine\n[00:39.01] of course, thirteenth ave\n[00:39.94] is my stomping grounds\n[00:41.72] I open up my chest\n[00:42.67] and to my 'hood give my heart\n[00:43.51] 'cause without the heart\n[00:44.45] then your 'hood falls apart\n[00:46.38] So respect to the cement\n[00:47.23] the park called \"the Corner\"\n[00:49.09] 'cause that's where the DOITALL TWO was performing\n[00:51.75] Runnin' from the cops\n[00:52.66] I couldn't be stopped\n[00:54.41] 'cause i was jumpin' big gates that connected the blocks\n[00:56.28] Now before making records\n[00:58.07] the 'hood was my savior\n[00:58.99] but now I'm making tunes to make you jam wit 'cha neighbor...\n[01:01.61] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:04.30] Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[01:08.02] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:09.89] Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[01:12.56] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:15.22] Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n[01:18.03] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:19.85] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[01:22.50] [MR. FUNKYMAN]\n[01:23.41] Well, I be the funk-ular\n[01:24.34] ultra-funk-ular\n[01:25.20] gamma-funk-ular\n[01:26.14] Half you rappers out there couldn't see me with binoculars\n[01:28.02] Anyone who thinks he'll take me out is just a dreamer\n[01:30.77] If you think you're the bomb, then I'm Hiroshima\n[01:33.41] When I die,\n[01:34.33] I hope they're making records up in heaven\n[01:36.12] On a scale of one to ten,\n[01:37.03] I'm like 100-5th-11\n[01:38.91] and sticks-and-stones-may-break-my-bones\n[01:40.74] but if you ever try to dis the Lords, then it's on\n[01:43.48] I go on beat...\n[01:45.20] off beat...\n[01:46.18] then jump right back on time\n[01:47.08] I drop another rhyme\n[01:47.95] and talk about your fat ugly mama (EEWWW!)\n[01:49.84] M.C.'s cannot rock me\n[01:50.79] I'm stone-proof\n[01:51.64] Me grabbin' the mic\n[01:52.51] is like Superman running to a phone booth\n[01:54.39] Straight from Martin Luther King Boulevard\n[01:57.05] In the heart of Newark, New Jersey,\n[01:58.82] make you say \"Lord have mercy\"\n[01:59.72] If you step up in my face\n[02:00.64] then it's do or die\n[02:02.48] and I'M GONNA MAKE YOU CRY! 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FUNKYMAN]\n[02:57.78] .I remember way back in the days on my block\n[02:59.54] when the kids used to meet up in the hallway and rock\n[03:02.29] on Martin Luther King's boulevard\n[03:04.03] with P.C., WISE, EASY ED, and my brother HARD BERNARD\n[03:07.68] used to hit the ill rhymes from the head\n[03:09.41] while I'd hit the beat on the wall until my hands turned red\n[03:12.16] You had the SHORTY TWO M.C.'S,\n[03:14.85] THE EDUCATED THREE,\n[03:15.76] I have to give them props for helping me be me\n[03:17.52] Now I'm the one who's educated\n[03:19.35] I suffered but I made it\n[03:21.23] I only write rhymes that will be appreciated\n[03:22.02] No matter how large I get\n[03:23.94] the fire still burns\n[03:24.80] 'Cause from the 'hood I came\n[03:27.50] and to the 'hood I must return...\n[03:29.31] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:31.12] Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[03:34.73] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:36.59] Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[03:39.28] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:41.97] Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n[03:44.65] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:47.30] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[03:49.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tic Toc\n  artist: Lords of the Underground\n  album: 'This Is Hip Hop: 20 Phat Jams!'\n  duration_ms: 231640\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 5430\n  end_ms: 7210\n- text: throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  start_ms: 7210\n  end_ms: 9980\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 9980\n  end_ms: 12620\n- text: throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  start_ms: 12620\n  end_ms: 15430\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 15430\n  end_ms: 17230\n- text: (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  start_ms: 17230\n  end_ms: 19980\n- text: '[DOITALL:]'\n  start_ms: 19980\n  end_ms: 20850\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 20850\n  end_ms: 22690\n- text: we're those same (um) brothers that brought you \"Chief Rock\"\n  start_ms: 22690\n  end_ms: 25340\n- text: Now, um, underground's my style\n  start_ms: 25340\n  end_ms: 27290\n- text: to this I have vows\n  start_ms: 27290\n  end_ms: 28170\n- text: and I swear to my god\n  start_ms: 28170\n  end_ms: 29080\n- text: I'll always rock a crowd\n  start_ms: 29080\n  end_ms: 30880\n- text: So (um) peace to my area, N.W.K.\n  start_ms: 30880\n  end_ms: 32610\n- text: which is scarier\n  start_ms: 32610\n  end_ms: 33530\n- text: so if your on the deals,\n  start_ms: 33530\n  end_ms: 34480\n- text: who cares, the more the merrier\n  start_ms: 34480\n  end_ms: 36360\n- text: Now right off South Orange\n  start_ms: 36360\n  end_ms: 37260\n- text: on the block of one-nine\n  start_ms: 37260\n  end_ms: 39010\n- text: of course, thirteenth ave\n  start_ms: 39010\n  end_ms: 39940\n- text: is my stomping grounds\n  start_ms: 39940\n  end_ms: 41720\n- text: I open up my chest\n  start_ms: 41720\n  end_ms: 42670\n- text: and to my 'hood give my heart\n  start_ms: 42670\n  end_ms: 43510\n- text: '''cause without the heart'\n  start_ms: 43510\n  end_ms: 44450\n- text: then your 'hood falls apart\n  start_ms: 44450\n  end_ms: 46380\n- text: So respect to the cement\n  start_ms: 46380\n  end_ms: 47230\n- text: the park called \"the Corner\"\n  start_ms: 47230\n  end_ms: 49090\n- text: '''cause that''s where the DOITALL TWO was performing'\n  start_ms: 49090\n  end_ms: 51750\n- text: Runnin' from the cops\n  start_ms: 51750\n  end_ms: 52660\n- text: I couldn't be stopped\n  start_ms: 52660\n  end_ms: 54410\n- text: '''cause i was jumpin'' big gates that connected the blocks'\n  start_ms: 54410\n  end_ms: 56280\n- text: Now before making records\n  start_ms: 56280\n  end_ms: 58070\n- text: the 'hood was my savior\n  start_ms: 58070\n  end_ms: 58990\n- text: but now I'm making tunes to make you jam wit 'cha neighbor...\n  start_ms: 58990\n  end_ms: 61610\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 61610\n  end_ms: 64300\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  start_ms: 64300\n  end_ms: 68020\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 68020\n  end_ms: 69890\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  start_ms: 69890\n  end_ms: 72560\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 72560\n  end_ms: 75220\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n  start_ms: 75220\n  end_ms: 78030\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 78030\n  end_ms: 79850\n- text: (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  start_ms: 79850\n  end_ms: 82500\n- text: '[MR. 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FUNKYMAN]'\n  start_ms: 176800\n  end_ms: 177780\n- text: .I remember way back in the days on my block\n  start_ms: 177780\n  end_ms: 179540\n- text: when the kids used to meet up in the hallway and rock\n  start_ms: 179540\n  end_ms: 182290\n- text: on Martin Luther King's boulevard\n  start_ms: 182290\n  end_ms: 184030\n- text: with P.C., WISE, EASY ED, and my brother HARD BERNARD\n  start_ms: 184030\n  end_ms: 187680\n- text: used to hit the ill rhymes from the head\n  start_ms: 187680\n  end_ms: 189410\n- text: while I'd hit the beat on the wall until my hands turned red\n  start_ms: 189410\n  end_ms: 192160\n- text: You had the SHORTY TWO M.C.'S,\n  start_ms: 192160\n  end_ms: 194850\n- text: THE EDUCATED THREE,\n  start_ms: 194850\n  end_ms: 195760\n- text: I have to give them props for helping me be me\n  start_ms: 195760\n  end_ms: 197520\n- text: Now I'm the one who's educated\n  start_ms: 197520\n  end_ms: 199350\n- text: I suffered but I made it\n  start_ms: 199350\n  end_ms: 201230\n- text: I only write rhymes that will be appreciated\n  start_ms: 201230\n  end_ms: 202020\n- text: No matter how large I get\n  start_ms: 202020\n  end_ms: 203940\n- text: the fire still burns\n  start_ms: 203940\n  end_ms: 204800\n- text: '''Cause from the ''hood I came'\n  start_ms: 204800\n  end_ms: 207500\n- text: and to the 'hood I must return...\n  start_ms: 207500\n  end_ms: 209310\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 209310\n  end_ms: 211120\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  start_ms: 211120\n  end_ms: 214730\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 214730\n  end_ms: 216590\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  start_ms: 216590\n  end_ms: 219280\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 219280\n  end_ms: 221970\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n  start_ms: 221970\n  end_ms: 224650\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 224650\n  end_ms: 227300\n- text: (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  start_ms: 227300\n  end_ms: 229130\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 229130\nplain: |-\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  [DOITALL:]\n\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  we're those same (um) brothers that brought you \"Chief Rock\"\n  Now, um, underground's my style\n  to this I have vows\n  and I swear to my god\n  I'll always rock a crowd\n  So (um) peace to my area, N.W.K.\n  which is scarier\n  so if your on the deals,\n  who cares, the more the merrier\n  Now right off South Orange\n  on the block of one-nine\n  of course, thirteenth ave\n  is my stomping grounds\n  I open up my chest\n  and to my 'hood give my heart\n  'cause without the heart\n  then your 'hood falls apart\n  So respect to the cement\n  the park called \"the Corner\"\n  'cause that's where the DOITALL TWO was performing\n  Runnin' from the cops\n  I couldn't be stopped\n  'cause i was jumpin' big gates that connected the blocks\n  Now before making records\n  the 'hood was my savior\n  but now I'm making tunes to make you jam wit 'cha neighbor...\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  [MR. FUNKYMAN]\n  Well, I be the funk-ular\n  ultra-funk-ular\n  gamma-funk-ular\n  Half you rappers out there couldn't see me with binoculars\n  Anyone who thinks he'll take me out is just a dreamer\n  If you think you're the bomb, then I'm Hiroshima\n  When I die,\n  I hope they're making records up in heaven\n  On a scale of one to ten,\n  I'm like 100-5th-11\n  and sticks-and-stones-may-break-my-bones\n  but if you ever try to dis the Lords, then it's on\n  I go on beat...\n  off beat...\n  then jump right back on time\n  I drop another rhyme\n  and talk about your fat ugly mama (EEWWW!)\n  M.C.'s cannot rock me\n  I'm stone-proof\n  Me grabbin' the mic\n  is like Superman running to a phone booth\n  Straight from Martin Luther King Boulevard\n  In the heart of Newark, New Jersey,\n  make you say \"Lord have mercy\"\n  If you step up in my face\n  then it's do or die\n  and I'M GONNA MAKE YOU CRY! (waaahhhhh!)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  [DOITALL:]\n\n  Well, times have changed\n  not only for the urban\n  but also for suburban\n  We get props, we're deservin'\n  From black kids, to white kids\n  I see them bob their heads,\n  from the blond hair, to redhead\n  I even seen a dread\n  So now it doesn't matter\n  as the clock winds down\n  with the tic and the toc\n  because they love the sound\n  But people 'round your area\n  say you sell out\n  because you sell a million copies\n  and your tour goes BAAAAOOWW!\n  So do it for yourself,\n  and do it for the 'hood,\n  but do it from the heart,\n  'cause that's when it's good\n  Now tell me what's gonna happen\n  after the rappin'\n  when the clock ticks away\n  and ain't nothin' happenin'...\n  [MR. FUNKYMAN]\n  .I remember way back in the days on my block\n  when the kids used to meet up in the hallway and rock\n  on Martin Luther King's boulevard\n  with P.C., WISE, EASY ED, and my brother HARD BERNARD\n  used to hit the ill rhymes from the head\n  while I'd hit the beat on the wall until my hands turned red\n  You had the SHORTY TWO M.C.'S,\n  THE EDUCATED THREE,\n  I have to give them props for helping me be me\n  Now I'm the one who's educated\n  I suffered but I made it\n  I only write rhymes that will be appreciated\n  No matter how large I get\n  the fire still burns\n  'Cause from the 'hood I came\n  and to the 'hood I must return...\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n"},{"id":22579961,"name":"Tic Toc","trackName":"Tic Toc","artistName":"Lords of the Underground","albumName":"Fluxblog 1994 Survey","duration":226.626757,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Tic toc, this is how we rock\nthrow your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nthrow your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\n(Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[DOITALL:]\n\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nwe're those same (um) brothers that brought you \"Chief Rock\"\nNow, um, underground's my style\nto this I have vows\nand I swear to my god\nI'll always rock a crowd\nSo (um) peace to my area, N.W.K.\nwhich is scarier\nso if your on the deals,\nwho cares, the more the merrier\nNow right off South Orange\non the block of one-nine\nof course, thirteenth ave\nis my stomping grounds\nI open up my chest\nand to my 'hood give my heart\n'cause without the heart\nthen your 'hood falls apart\nSo respect to the cement\nthe park called \"the Corner\"\n'cause that's where the DOITALL TWO was performing\nRunnin' from the cops\nI couldn't be stopped\n'cause i was jumpin' big gates that connected the blocks\nNow before making records\nthe 'hood was my savior\nbut now I'm making tunes to make you jam wit 'cha neighbor...\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\n(Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[MR. FUNKYMAN]\nWell, I be the funk-ular\nultra-funk-ular\ngamma-funk-ular\nHalf you rappers out there couldn't see me with binoculars\nAnyone who thinks he'll take me out is just a dreamer\nIf you think you're the bomb, then I'm Hiroshima\nWhen I die,\nI hope they're making records up in heaven\nOn a scale of one to ten,\nI'm like 100-5th-11\nand sticks-and-stones-may-break-my-bones\nbut if you ever try to dis the Lords, then it's on\nI go on beat...\noff beat...\nthen jump right back on time\nI drop another rhyme\nand talk about your fat ugly mama (EEWWW!)\nM.C.'s cannot rock me\nI'm stone-proof\nMe grabbin' the mic\nis like Superman running to a phone booth\nStraight from Martin Luther King Boulevard\nIn the heart of Newark, New Jersey,\nmake you say \"Lord have mercy\"\nIf you step up in my face\nthen it's do or die\nand I'M GONNA MAKE YOU CRY! (waaahhhhh!)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\n(Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[DOITALL:]\n\nWell, times have changed\nnot only for the urban\nbut also for suburban\nWe get props, we're deservin'\nFrom black kids, to white kids\nI see them bob their heads,\nfrom the blond hair, to redhead\nI even seen a dread\nSo now it doesn't matter\nas the clock winds down\nwith the tic and the toc\nbecause they love the sound\nBut people 'round your area\nsay you sell out\nbecause you sell a million copies\nand your tour goes BAAAAOOWW!\nSo do it for yourself,\nand do it for the 'hood,\nbut do it from the heart,\n'cause that's when it's good\nNow tell me what's gonna happen\nafter the rappin'\nwhen the clock ticks away\nand ain't nothin' happenin'...\n[MR. FUNKYMAN]\n.I remember way back in the days on my block\nwhen the kids used to meet up in the hallway and rock\non Martin Luther King's boulevard\nwith P.C., WISE, EASY ED, and my brother HARD BERNARD\nused to hit the ill rhymes from the head\nwhile I'd hit the beat on the wall until my hands turned red\nYou had the SHORTY TWO M.C.'S,\nTHE EDUCATED THREE,\nI have to give them props for helping me be me\nNow I'm the one who's educated\nI suffered but I made it\nI only write rhymes that will be appreciated\nNo matter how large I get\nthe fire still burns\n'Cause from the 'hood I came\nand to the 'hood I must return...\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\n(Tic toc, you don't stop...)","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.43] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:07.21] throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[00:09.98] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:12.62] throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[00:15.43] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:17.23] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[00:19.98] [DOITALL:]\n[00:20.85] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:22.69] we're those same (um) brothers that brought you \"Chief Rock\"\n[00:25.34] Now, um, underground's my style\n[00:27.29] to this I have vows\n[00:28.17] and I swear to my god\n[00:29.08] I'll always rock a crowd\n[00:30.88] So (um) peace to my area, N.W.K.\n[00:32.61] which is scarier\n[00:33.53] so if your on the deals,\n[00:34.48] who cares, the more the merrier\n[00:36.36] Now right off South Orange\n[00:37.26] on the block of one-nine\n[00:39.01] of course, thirteenth ave\n[00:39.94] is my stomping grounds\n[00:41.72] I open up my chest\n[00:42.67] and to my 'hood give my heart\n[00:43.51] 'cause without the heart\n[00:44.45] then your 'hood falls apart\n[00:46.38] So respect to the cement\n[00:47.23] the park called \"the Corner\"\n[00:49.09] 'cause that's where the DOITALL TWO was performing\n[00:51.75] Runnin' from the cops\n[00:52.66] I couldn't be stopped\n[00:54.41] 'cause i was jumpin' big gates that connected the blocks\n[00:56.28] Now before making records\n[00:58.07] the 'hood was my savior\n[00:58.99] but now I'm making tunes to make you jam wit 'cha neighbor...\n[01:01.61] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:04.30] Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[01:08.02] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:09.89] Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[01:12.56] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:15.22] Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n[01:18.03] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:19.85] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[01:22.50] [MR. FUNKYMAN]\n[01:23.41] Well, I be the funk-ular\n[01:24.34] ultra-funk-ular\n[01:25.20] gamma-funk-ular\n[01:26.14] Half you rappers out there couldn't see me with binoculars\n[01:28.02] Anyone who thinks he'll take me out is just a dreamer\n[01:30.77] If you think you're the bomb, then I'm Hiroshima\n[01:33.41] When I die,\n[01:34.33] I hope they're making records up in heaven\n[01:36.12] On a scale of one to ten,\n[01:37.03] I'm like 100-5th-11\n[01:38.91] and sticks-and-stones-may-break-my-bones\n[01:40.74] but if you ever try to dis the Lords, then it's on\n[01:43.48] I go on beat...\n[01:45.20] off beat...\n[01:46.18] then jump right back on time\n[01:47.08] I drop another rhyme\n[01:47.95] and talk about your fat ugly mama (EEWWW!)\n[01:49.84] M.C.'s cannot rock me\n[01:50.79] I'm stone-proof\n[01:51.64] Me grabbin' the mic\n[01:52.51] is like Superman running to a phone booth\n[01:54.39] Straight from Martin Luther King Boulevard\n[01:57.05] In the heart of Newark, New Jersey,\n[01:58.82] make you say \"Lord have mercy\"\n[01:59.72] If you step up in my face\n[02:00.64] then it's do or die\n[02:02.48] and I'M GONNA MAKE YOU CRY! (waaahhhhh!)\n[02:05.14] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[02:06.08] Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[02:10.64] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[02:12.45] Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[02:15.19] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[02:17.90] Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n[02:20.65] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[02:23.34] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[02:25.12] [DOITALL:]\n[02:26.03] Well, times have changed\n[02:26.97] not only for the urban\n[02:28.75] but also for suburban\n[02:29.65] We get props, we're deservin'\n[02:31.41] From black kids, to white kids\n[02:32.36] I see them bob their heads,\n[02:33.20] from the blond hair, to redhead\n[02:35.09] I even seen a dread\n[02:35.96] So now it doesn't matter\n[02:37.88] as the clock winds down\n[02:38.68] with the tic and the toc\n[02:39.62] because they love the sound\n[02:41.42] But people 'round your area\n[02:42.37] say you sell out\n[02:44.16] because you sell a million copies\n[02:45.04] and your tour goes BAAAAOOWW!\n[02:46.86] So do it for yourself,\n[02:48.61] and do it for the 'hood,\n[02:49.56] but do it from the heart,\n[02:50.48] 'cause that's when it's good\n[02:52.26] Now tell me what's gonna happen\n[02:53.15] after the rappin'\n[02:54.03] when the clock ticks away\n[02:55.94] and ain't nothin' happenin'...\n[02:56.80] [MR. FUNKYMAN]\n[02:57.78] .I remember way back in the days on my block\n[02:59.54] when the kids used to meet up in the hallway and rock\n[03:02.29] on Martin Luther King's boulevard\n[03:04.03] with P.C., WISE, EASY ED, and my brother HARD BERNARD\n[03:07.68] used to hit the ill rhymes from the head\n[03:09.41] while I'd hit the beat on the wall until my hands turned red\n[03:12.16] You had the SHORTY TWO M.C.'S,\n[03:14.85] THE EDUCATED THREE,\n[03:15.76] I have to give them props for helping me be me\n[03:17.52] Now I'm the one who's educated\n[03:19.35] I suffered but I made it\n[03:21.23] I only write rhymes that will be appreciated\n[03:22.02] No matter how large I get\n[03:23.94] the fire still burns\n[03:24.80] 'Cause from the 'hood I came\n[03:27.50] and to the 'hood I must return...\n[03:29.31] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:31.12] Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[03:34.73] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:36.59] Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[03:39.28] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:41.97] Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n[03:44.65] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:47.30] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[03:49.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tic Toc\n  artist: Lords of the Underground\n  album: Fluxblog 1994 Survey\n  duration_ms: 226627\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 5430\n  end_ms: 7210\n- text: throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  start_ms: 7210\n  end_ms: 9980\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 9980\n  end_ms: 12620\n- text: throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  start_ms: 12620\n  end_ms: 15430\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 15430\n  end_ms: 17230\n- text: (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  start_ms: 17230\n  end_ms: 19980\n- text: '[DOITALL:]'\n  start_ms: 19980\n  end_ms: 20850\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 20850\n  end_ms: 22690\n- text: we're those same (um) brothers that brought you \"Chief Rock\"\n  start_ms: 22690\n  end_ms: 25340\n- text: Now, um, underground's my style\n  start_ms: 25340\n  end_ms: 27290\n- text: to this I have vows\n  start_ms: 27290\n  end_ms: 28170\n- text: and I swear to my god\n  start_ms: 28170\n  end_ms: 29080\n- text: I'll always rock a crowd\n  start_ms: 29080\n  end_ms: 30880\n- text: So (um) peace to my area, N.W.K.\n  start_ms: 30880\n  end_ms: 32610\n- text: which is scarier\n  start_ms: 32610\n  end_ms: 33530\n- text: so if your on the deals,\n  start_ms: 33530\n  end_ms: 34480\n- text: who cares, the more the merrier\n  start_ms: 34480\n  end_ms: 36360\n- text: Now right off South Orange\n  start_ms: 36360\n  end_ms: 37260\n- text: on the block of one-nine\n  start_ms: 37260\n  end_ms: 39010\n- text: of course, thirteenth ave\n  start_ms: 39010\n  end_ms: 39940\n- text: is my stomping grounds\n  start_ms: 39940\n  end_ms: 41720\n- text: I open up my chest\n  start_ms: 41720\n  end_ms: 42670\n- text: and to my 'hood give my heart\n  start_ms: 42670\n  end_ms: 43510\n- text: '''cause without the heart'\n  start_ms: 43510\n  end_ms: 44450\n- text: then your 'hood falls apart\n  start_ms: 44450\n  end_ms: 46380\n- text: So respect to the cement\n  start_ms: 46380\n  end_ms: 47230\n- text: the park called \"the Corner\"\n  start_ms: 47230\n  end_ms: 49090\n- text: '''cause that''s where the DOITALL TWO was performing'\n  start_ms: 49090\n  end_ms: 51750\n- text: Runnin' from the cops\n  start_ms: 51750\n  end_ms: 52660\n- text: I couldn't be stopped\n  start_ms: 52660\n  end_ms: 54410\n- text: '''cause i was jumpin'' big gates that connected the blocks'\n  start_ms: 54410\n  end_ms: 56280\n- text: Now before making records\n  start_ms: 56280\n  end_ms: 58070\n- text: the 'hood was my savior\n  start_ms: 58070\n  end_ms: 58990\n- text: but now I'm making tunes to make you jam wit 'cha neighbor...\n  start_ms: 58990\n  end_ms: 61610\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 61610\n  end_ms: 64300\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  start_ms: 64300\n  end_ms: 68020\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 68020\n  end_ms: 69890\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  start_ms: 69890\n  end_ms: 72560\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 72560\n  end_ms: 75220\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n  start_ms: 75220\n  end_ms: 78030\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 78030\n  end_ms: 79850\n- text: (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  start_ms: 79850\n  end_ms: 82500\n- text: '[MR. 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FUNKYMAN]\n  Well, I be the funk-ular\n  ultra-funk-ular\n  gamma-funk-ular\n  Half you rappers out there couldn't see me with binoculars\n  Anyone who thinks he'll take me out is just a dreamer\n  If you think you're the bomb, then I'm Hiroshima\n  When I die,\n  I hope they're making records up in heaven\n  On a scale of one to ten,\n  I'm like 100-5th-11\n  and sticks-and-stones-may-break-my-bones\n  but if you ever try to dis the Lords, then it's on\n  I go on beat...\n  off beat...\n  then jump right back on time\n  I drop another rhyme\n  and talk about your fat ugly mama (EEWWW!)\n  M.C.'s cannot rock me\n  I'm stone-proof\n  Me grabbin' the mic\n  is like Superman running to a phone booth\n  Straight from Martin Luther King Boulevard\n  In the heart of Newark, New Jersey,\n  make you say \"Lord have mercy\"\n  If you step up in my face\n  then it's do or die\n  and I'M GONNA MAKE YOU CRY! 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air and please don't stop (um)\n[01:13.39] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:15.40] Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n[01:18.66] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:21.29] (tic toc, you don't stop)\n[01:23.48] Well, I be the funk-ular\n[01:24.35] Ultra-funk-ular\n[01:25.23] Gamma-funk-ular\n[01:26.22] Half you rappers out there couldn't see me with binoculars\n[01:28.81] Anyone who thinks he'll take me out is just a dreamer\n[01:31.30] If you think you're the bomb, then I'm hiroshima\n[01:33.97] When I die,\n[01:34.65] I hope they're making records up in heaven\n[01:36.32] On a scale of one to ten\n[01:37.61] I'm like 100-5th-11\n[01:38.99] And sticks-and-stones-may-break-my-bones\n[01:41.73] But if you ever try to dis the lords, then it's on\n[01:44.49] I go on beat\n[01:45.64] Off beat\n[01:46.00] Then jump right back on time\n[01:47.00] I drop another rhyme\n[01:47.82] And talk about your fat ugly mama\n[01:49.69] M.c.'s cannot rock me\n[01:50.92] I'm stone-proof\n[01:51.79] Me grabbin' the mic\n[01:52.69] Is like superman running to a phone booth\n[01:55.16] Straight from martin luther king boulevard\n[01:57.26] In the heart of newark, new jersey\n[01:58.71] Make you say \"lord have mercy\"\n[02:00.07] If you step up in my face\n[02:01.23] Then it's do or die\n[02:02.66] And I'm gonna make you cry!\n[02:05.76] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[02:07.73] Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[02:10.96] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[02:12.90] Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[02:16.24] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[02:18.22] Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n[02:21.55] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[02:24.20] (tic toc, you don't stop)\n[02:26.09] Well, times have changed\n[02:27.58] Not only for the urban\n[02:28.88] But also for suburban\n[02:30.07] We get props, we're deservin'\n[02:31.53] From black kids, to white kids\n[02:32.74] I see them bob their 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Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  (tic toc, you don't stop)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  We're those same (um) brothers that brought you \"chief rock\"\n  Now, um, underground's my style\n  To this I have vows\n  And I swear to my god\n  I'll always rock a crowd\n  So (um) peace to my area, n.w.k.\n  Which is scarier\n  So if your on the deals,\n  Who cares, the more the merrier\n  Now right off south orange\n  On the block of one-nine\n  Of course, thirteenth ave\n  Is my stomping grounds\n  I open up my chest\n  And to my 'hood give my heart\n  'cause without the heart\n  Then your 'hood falls apart\n  So respect to the cement\n  The park called \"the corner\"\n  'cause that's where the doitall two was performing\n  Runnin' from the cops\n  I couldn't be stopped\n  'cause I was jumpin' big gates that connected the blocks\n  Now before making records\n  The 'hood was my savior\n  But now I'm making tunes to make you jam wit 'cha neighbor\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw 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FUNKYMAN]\nWell, I be the funk-ular\nultra-funk-ular\ngamma-funk-ular\nHalf you rappers out there couldn't see me with binoculars\nAnyone who thinks he'll take me out is just a dreamer\nIf you think you're the bomb, then I'm Hiroshima\nWhen I die,\nI hope they're making records up in heaven\nOn a scale of one to ten,\nI'm like 100-5th-11\nand sticks-and-stones-may-break-my-bones\nbut if you ever try to dis the Lords, then it's on\nI go on beat...\noff beat...\nthen jump right back on time\nI drop another rhyme\nand talk about your fat ugly mama (EEWWW!)\nM.C.'s cannot rock me\nI'm stone-proof\nMe grabbin' the mic\nis like Superman running to a phone booth\nStraight from Martin Luther King Boulevard\nIn the heart of Newark, New Jersey,\nmake you say \"Lord have mercy\"\nIf you step up in my face\nthen it's do or die\nand I'M GONNA MAKE YOU CRY! 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FUNKYMAN]\n.I remember way back in the days on my block\nwhen the kids used to meet up in the hallway and rock\non Martin Luther King's boulevard\nwith P.C., WISE, EASY ED, and my brother HARD BERNARD\nused to hit the ill rhymes from the head\nwhile I'd hit the beat on the wall until my hands turned red\nYou had the SHORTY TWO M.C.'S,\nTHE EDUCATED THREE,\nI have to give them props for helping me be me\nNow I'm the one who's educated\nI suffered but I made it\nI only write rhymes that will be appreciated\nNo matter how large I get\nthe fire still burns\n'Cause from the 'hood I came\nand to the 'hood I must return...\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\n(Tic toc, you don't stop...)","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.43] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:07.21] throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[00:09.98] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:12.62] throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[00:15.43] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:17.23] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[00:19.98] [DOITALL:]\n[00:20.85] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:22.69] we're those same (um) brothers that brought you \"Chief Rock\"\n[00:25.34] Now, um, underground's my style\n[00:27.29] to this I have vows\n[00:28.17] and I swear to my god\n[00:29.08] I'll always rock a crowd\n[00:30.88] So (um) peace to my area, N.W.K.\n[00:32.61] which is scarier\n[00:33.53] so if your on the deals,\n[00:34.48] who cares, the more the merrier\n[00:36.36] Now right off South Orange\n[00:37.26] on the block of one-nine\n[00:39.01] of course, thirteenth ave\n[00:39.94] is my stomping grounds\n[00:41.72] I open up my chest\n[00:42.67] and to my 'hood give my heart\n[00:43.51] 'cause without the heart\n[00:44.45] then your 'hood falls apart\n[00:46.38] So respect to the cement\n[00:47.23] the park called \"the Corner\"\n[00:49.09] 'cause that's where the DOITALL TWO was performing\n[00:51.75] Runnin' from the cops\n[00:52.66] I couldn't be stopped\n[00:54.41] 'cause i was jumpin' big gates that connected the blocks\n[00:56.28] Now before making records\n[00:58.07] the 'hood was my savior\n[00:58.99] but now I'm making tunes to make you jam wit 'cha neighbor...\n[01:01.61] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:04.30] Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[01:08.02] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:09.89] Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[01:12.56] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:15.22] Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n[01:18.03] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:19.85] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[01:22.50] [MR. FUNKYMAN]\n[01:23.41] Well, I be the funk-ular\n[01:24.34] ultra-funk-ular\n[01:25.20] gamma-funk-ular\n[01:26.14] Half you rappers out there couldn't see me with binoculars\n[01:28.02] Anyone who thinks he'll take me out is just a dreamer\n[01:30.77] If you think you're the bomb, then I'm Hiroshima\n[01:33.41] When I die,\n[01:34.33] I hope they're making records up in heaven\n[01:36.12] On a scale of one to ten,\n[01:37.03] I'm like 100-5th-11\n[01:38.91] and sticks-and-stones-may-break-my-bones\n[01:40.74] but if you ever try to dis the Lords, then it's on\n[01:43.48] I go on beat...\n[01:45.20] off beat...\n[01:46.18] then jump right back on time\n[01:47.08] I drop another rhyme\n[01:47.95] and talk about your fat ugly mama (EEWWW!)\n[01:49.84] M.C.'s cannot rock me\n[01:50.79] I'm stone-proof\n[01:51.64] Me grabbin' the mic\n[01:52.51] is like Superman running to a phone booth\n[01:54.39] Straight from Martin Luther King Boulevard\n[01:57.05] In the heart of Newark, New Jersey,\n[01:58.82] make you say \"Lord have mercy\"\n[01:59.72] If you step up in my face\n[02:00.64] then it's do or die\n[02:02.48] and I'M GONNA MAKE YOU CRY! 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FUNKYMAN]\n[02:57.78] .I remember way back in the days on my block\n[02:59.54] when the kids used to meet up in the hallway and rock\n[03:02.29] on Martin Luther King's boulevard\n[03:04.03] with P.C., WISE, EASY ED, and my brother HARD BERNARD\n[03:07.68] used to hit the ill rhymes from the head\n[03:09.41] while I'd hit the beat on the wall until my hands turned red\n[03:12.16] You had the SHORTY TWO M.C.'S,\n[03:14.85] THE EDUCATED THREE,\n[03:15.76] I have to give them props for helping me be me\n[03:17.52] Now I'm the one who's educated\n[03:19.35] I suffered but I made it\n[03:21.23] I only write rhymes that will be appreciated\n[03:22.02] No matter how large I get\n[03:23.94] the fire still burns\n[03:24.80] 'Cause from the 'hood I came\n[03:27.50] and to the 'hood I must return...\n[03:29.31] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:31.12] Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[03:34.73] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:36.59] Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[03:39.28] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:41.97] Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n[03:44.65] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:47.30] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[03:49.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tic Toc\n  artist: Lords Of The Underground\n  album: Cut Killa Vs IAM 19361 Part 1 et 2\n  duration_ms: 229000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 5430\n  end_ms: 7210\n- text: throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  start_ms: 7210\n  end_ms: 9980\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 9980\n  end_ms: 12620\n- text: throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  start_ms: 12620\n  end_ms: 15430\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 15430\n  end_ms: 17230\n- text: (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  start_ms: 17230\n  end_ms: 19980\n- text: '[DOITALL:]'\n  start_ms: 19980\n  end_ms: 20850\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 20850\n  end_ms: 22690\n- text: we're those same (um) brothers that brought you \"Chief Rock\"\n  start_ms: 22690\n  end_ms: 25340\n- text: Now, um, underground's my style\n  start_ms: 25340\n  end_ms: 27290\n- text: to this I have vows\n  start_ms: 27290\n  end_ms: 28170\n- text: and I swear to my god\n  start_ms: 28170\n  end_ms: 29080\n- text: I'll always rock a crowd\n  start_ms: 29080\n  end_ms: 30880\n- text: So (um) peace to my area, N.W.K.\n  start_ms: 30880\n  end_ms: 32610\n- text: which is scarier\n  start_ms: 32610\n  end_ms: 33530\n- text: so if your on the deals,\n  start_ms: 33530\n  end_ms: 34480\n- text: who cares, the more the merrier\n  start_ms: 34480\n  end_ms: 36360\n- text: Now right off South Orange\n  start_ms: 36360\n  end_ms: 37260\n- text: on the block of one-nine\n  start_ms: 37260\n  end_ms: 39010\n- text: of course, thirteenth ave\n  start_ms: 39010\n  end_ms: 39940\n- text: is my stomping grounds\n  start_ms: 39940\n  end_ms: 41720\n- text: I open up my chest\n  start_ms: 41720\n  end_ms: 42670\n- text: and to my 'hood give my heart\n  start_ms: 42670\n  end_ms: 43510\n- text: '''cause without the heart'\n  start_ms: 43510\n  end_ms: 44450\n- text: then your 'hood falls apart\n  start_ms: 44450\n  end_ms: 46380\n- text: So respect to the cement\n  start_ms: 46380\n  end_ms: 47230\n- text: the park called \"the Corner\"\n  start_ms: 47230\n  end_ms: 49090\n- text: '''cause that''s where the DOITALL TWO was performing'\n  start_ms: 49090\n  end_ms: 51750\n- text: Runnin' from the cops\n  start_ms: 51750\n  end_ms: 52660\n- text: I couldn't be stopped\n  start_ms: 52660\n  end_ms: 54410\n- text: '''cause i was jumpin'' big gates that connected the blocks'\n  start_ms: 54410\n  end_ms: 56280\n- text: Now before making records\n  start_ms: 56280\n  end_ms: 58070\n- text: the 'hood was my savior\n  start_ms: 58070\n  end_ms: 58990\n- text: but now I'm making tunes to make you jam wit 'cha neighbor...\n  start_ms: 58990\n  end_ms: 61610\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 61610\n  end_ms: 64300\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  start_ms: 64300\n  end_ms: 68020\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 68020\n  end_ms: 69890\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  start_ms: 69890\n  end_ms: 72560\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 72560\n  end_ms: 75220\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n  start_ms: 75220\n  end_ms: 78030\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 78030\n  end_ms: 79850\n- text: (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  start_ms: 79850\n  end_ms: 82500\n- text: '[MR. 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FUNKYMAN]'\n  start_ms: 176800\n  end_ms: 177780\n- text: .I remember way back in the days on my block\n  start_ms: 177780\n  end_ms: 179540\n- text: when the kids used to meet up in the hallway and rock\n  start_ms: 179540\n  end_ms: 182290\n- text: on Martin Luther King's boulevard\n  start_ms: 182290\n  end_ms: 184030\n- text: with P.C., WISE, EASY ED, and my brother HARD BERNARD\n  start_ms: 184030\n  end_ms: 187680\n- text: used to hit the ill rhymes from the head\n  start_ms: 187680\n  end_ms: 189410\n- text: while I'd hit the beat on the wall until my hands turned red\n  start_ms: 189410\n  end_ms: 192160\n- text: You had the SHORTY TWO M.C.'S,\n  start_ms: 192160\n  end_ms: 194850\n- text: THE EDUCATED THREE,\n  start_ms: 194850\n  end_ms: 195760\n- text: I have to give them props for helping me be me\n  start_ms: 195760\n  end_ms: 197520\n- text: Now I'm the one who's educated\n  start_ms: 197520\n  end_ms: 199350\n- text: I suffered but I made it\n  start_ms: 199350\n  end_ms: 201230\n- text: I only write rhymes that will be appreciated\n  start_ms: 201230\n  end_ms: 202020\n- text: No matter how large I get\n  start_ms: 202020\n  end_ms: 203940\n- text: the fire still burns\n  start_ms: 203940\n  end_ms: 204800\n- text: '''Cause from the ''hood I came'\n  start_ms: 204800\n  end_ms: 207500\n- text: and to the 'hood I must return...\n  start_ms: 207500\n  end_ms: 209310\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 209310\n  end_ms: 211120\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  start_ms: 211120\n  end_ms: 214730\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 214730\n  end_ms: 216590\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  start_ms: 216590\n  end_ms: 219280\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 219280\n  end_ms: 221970\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n  start_ms: 221970\n  end_ms: 224650\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 224650\n  end_ms: 227300\n- text: (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  start_ms: 227300\n  end_ms: 229130\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 229130\nplain: |-\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  [DOITALL:]\n\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  we're those same (um) brothers that brought you \"Chief Rock\"\n  Now, um, underground's my style\n  to this I have vows\n  and I swear to my god\n  I'll always rock a crowd\n  So (um) peace to my area, N.W.K.\n  which is scarier\n  so if your on the deals,\n  who cares, the more the merrier\n  Now right off South Orange\n  on the block of one-nine\n  of course, thirteenth ave\n  is my stomping grounds\n  I open up my chest\n  and to my 'hood give my heart\n  'cause without the heart\n  then your 'hood falls apart\n  So respect to the cement\n  the park called \"the Corner\"\n  'cause that's where the DOITALL TWO was performing\n  Runnin' from the cops\n  I couldn't be stopped\n  'cause i was jumpin' big gates that connected the blocks\n  Now before making records\n  the 'hood was my savior\n  but now I'm making tunes to make you jam wit 'cha neighbor...\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  [MR. FUNKYMAN]\n  Well, I be the funk-ular\n  ultra-funk-ular\n  gamma-funk-ular\n  Half you rappers out there couldn't see me with binoculars\n  Anyone who thinks he'll take me out is just a dreamer\n  If you think you're the bomb, then I'm Hiroshima\n  When I die,\n  I hope they're making records up in heaven\n  On a scale of one to ten,\n  I'm like 100-5th-11\n  and sticks-and-stones-may-break-my-bones\n  but if you ever try to dis the Lords, then it's on\n  I go on beat...\n  off beat...\n  then jump right back on time\n  I drop another rhyme\n  and talk about your fat ugly mama (EEWWW!)\n  M.C.'s cannot rock me\n  I'm stone-proof\n  Me grabbin' the mic\n  is like Superman running to a phone booth\n  Straight from Martin Luther King Boulevard\n  In the heart of Newark, New Jersey,\n  make you say \"Lord have mercy\"\n  If you step up in my face\n  then it's do or die\n  and I'M GONNA MAKE YOU CRY! 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FUNKYMAN]\n  .I remember way back in the days on my block\n  when the kids used to meet up in the hallway and rock\n  on Martin Luther King's boulevard\n  with P.C., WISE, EASY ED, and my brother HARD BERNARD\n  used to hit the ill rhymes from the head\n  while I'd hit the beat on the wall until my hands turned red\n  You had the SHORTY TWO M.C.'S,\n  THE EDUCATED THREE,\n  I have to give them props for helping me be me\n  Now I'm the one who's educated\n  I suffered but I made it\n  I only write rhymes that will be appreciated\n  No matter how large I get\n  the fire still burns\n  'Cause from the 'hood I came\n  and to the 'hood I must return...\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n"},{"id":35153870,"name":"Tic Toc","trackName":"Tic Toc","artistName":"Lords Of The Underground","albumName":"Classic Hip-Hop","duration":234.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Tic toc, this is how we rock\nthrow your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nthrow your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\n(Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[DOITALL:]\n\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nwe're those same (um) brothers that brought you \"Chief Rock\"\nNow, um, underground's my style\nto this I have vows\nand I swear to my god\nI'll always rock a crowd\nSo (um) peace to my area, N.W.K.\nwhich is scarier\nso if your on the deals,\nwho cares, the more the merrier\nNow right off South Orange\non the block of one-nine\nof course, thirteenth ave\nis my stomping grounds\nI open up my chest\nand to my 'hood give my heart\n'cause without the heart\nthen your 'hood falls apart\nSo respect to the cement\nthe park called \"the Corner\"\n'cause that's where the DOITALL TWO was performing\nRunnin' from the cops\nI couldn't be stopped\n'cause i was jumpin' big gates that connected the blocks\nNow before making records\nthe 'hood was my savior\nbut now I'm making tunes to make you jam wit 'cha neighbor...\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\n(Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[MR. FUNKYMAN]\nWell, I be the funk-ular\nultra-funk-ular\ngamma-funk-ular\nHalf you rappers out there couldn't see me with binoculars\nAnyone who thinks he'll take me out is just a dreamer\nIf you think you're the bomb, then I'm Hiroshima\nWhen I die,\nI hope they're making records up in heaven\nOn a scale of one to ten,\nI'm like 100-5th-11\nand sticks-and-stones-may-break-my-bones\nbut if you ever try to dis the Lords, then it's on\nI go on beat...\noff beat...\nthen jump right back on time\nI drop another rhyme\nand talk about your fat ugly mama (EEWWW!)\nM.C.'s cannot rock me\nI'm stone-proof\nMe grabbin' the mic\nis like Superman running to a phone booth\nStraight from Martin Luther King Boulevard\nIn the heart of Newark, New Jersey,\nmake you say \"Lord have mercy\"\nIf you step up in my face\nthen it's do or die\nand I'M GONNA MAKE YOU CRY! 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FUNKYMAN]\n.I remember way back in the days on my block\nwhen the kids used to meet up in the hallway and rock\non Martin Luther King's boulevard\nwith P.C., WISE, EASY ED, and my brother HARD BERNARD\nused to hit the ill rhymes from the head\nwhile I'd hit the beat on the wall until my hands turned red\nYou had the SHORTY TWO M.C.'S,\nTHE EDUCATED THREE,\nI have to give them props for helping me be me\nNow I'm the one who's educated\nI suffered but I made it\nI only write rhymes that will be appreciated\nNo matter how large I get\nthe fire still burns\n'Cause from the 'hood I came\nand to the 'hood I must return...\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\n(Tic toc, you don't stop...)","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.43] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:07.21] throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[00:09.98] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:12.62] throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[00:15.43] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:17.23] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[00:19.98] [DOITALL:]\n[00:20.85] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:22.69] we're those same (um) brothers that brought you \"Chief Rock\"\n[00:25.34] Now, um, underground's my style\n[00:27.29] to this I have vows\n[00:28.17] and I swear to my god\n[00:29.08] I'll always rock a crowd\n[00:30.88] So (um) peace to my area, N.W.K.\n[00:32.61] which is scarier\n[00:33.53] so if your on the deals,\n[00:34.48] who cares, the more the merrier\n[00:36.36] Now right off South Orange\n[00:37.26] on the block of one-nine\n[00:39.01] of course, thirteenth ave\n[00:39.94] is my stomping grounds\n[00:41.72] I open up my chest\n[00:42.67] and to my 'hood give my heart\n[00:43.51] 'cause without the heart\n[00:44.45] then your 'hood falls apart\n[00:46.38] So respect to the cement\n[00:47.23] the park called \"the Corner\"\n[00:49.09] 'cause that's where the DOITALL TWO was performing\n[00:51.75] Runnin' from the cops\n[00:52.66] I couldn't be stopped\n[00:54.41] 'cause i was jumpin' big gates that connected the blocks\n[00:56.28] Now before making records\n[00:58.07] the 'hood was my savior\n[00:58.99] but now I'm making tunes to make you jam wit 'cha neighbor...\n[01:01.61] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:04.30] Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[01:08.02] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:09.89] Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[01:12.56] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:15.22] Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n[01:18.03] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:19.85] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[01:22.50] [MR. FUNKYMAN]\n[01:23.41] Well, I be the funk-ular\n[01:24.34] ultra-funk-ular\n[01:25.20] gamma-funk-ular\n[01:26.14] Half you rappers out there couldn't see me with binoculars\n[01:28.02] Anyone who thinks he'll take me out is just a dreamer\n[01:30.77] If you think you're the bomb, then I'm Hiroshima\n[01:33.41] When I die,\n[01:34.33] I hope they're making records up in heaven\n[01:36.12] On a scale of one to ten,\n[01:37.03] I'm like 100-5th-11\n[01:38.91] and sticks-and-stones-may-break-my-bones\n[01:40.74] but if you ever try to dis the Lords, then it's on\n[01:43.48] I go on beat...\n[01:45.20] off beat...\n[01:46.18] then jump right back on time\n[01:47.08] I drop another rhyme\n[01:47.95] and talk about your fat ugly mama (EEWWW!)\n[01:49.84] M.C.'s cannot rock me\n[01:50.79] I'm stone-proof\n[01:51.64] Me grabbin' the mic\n[01:52.51] is like Superman running to a phone booth\n[01:54.39] Straight from Martin Luther King Boulevard\n[01:57.05] In the heart of Newark, New Jersey,\n[01:58.82] make you say \"Lord have mercy\"\n[01:59.72] If you step up in my face\n[02:00.64] then it's do or die\n[02:02.48] and I'M GONNA MAKE YOU CRY! (waaahhhhh!)\n[02:05.14] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[02:06.08] Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[02:10.64] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[02:12.45] Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[02:15.19] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[02:17.90] Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n[02:20.65] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[02:23.34] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[02:25.12] [DOITALL:]\n[02:26.03] Well, times have changed\n[02:26.97] not only for the urban\n[02:28.75] but also for suburban\n[02:29.65] We get props, we're deservin'\n[02:31.41] From black kids, to white kids\n[02:32.36] I see them bob their heads,\n[02:33.20] from the blond hair, to redhead\n[02:35.09] I even seen a dread\n[02:35.96] So now it doesn't matter\n[02:37.88] as the clock winds down\n[02:38.68] with the tic and the toc\n[02:39.62] because they love the sound\n[02:41.42] But people 'round your area\n[02:42.37] say you sell out\n[02:44.16] because you sell a million copies\n[02:45.04] and your tour goes BAAAAOOWW!\n[02:46.86] So do it for yourself,\n[02:48.61] and do it for the 'hood,\n[02:49.56] but do it from the heart,\n[02:50.48] 'cause that's when it's good\n[02:52.26] Now tell me what's gonna happen\n[02:53.15] after the rappin'\n[02:54.03] when the clock ticks away\n[02:55.94] and ain't nothin' happenin'...\n[02:56.80] [MR. FUNKYMAN]\n[02:57.78] .I remember way back in the days on my block\n[02:59.54] when the kids used to meet up in the hallway and rock\n[03:02.29] on Martin Luther King's boulevard\n[03:04.03] with P.C., WISE, EASY ED, and my brother HARD BERNARD\n[03:07.68] used to hit the ill rhymes from the head\n[03:09.41] while I'd hit the beat on the wall until my hands turned red\n[03:12.16] You had the SHORTY TWO M.C.'S,\n[03:14.85] THE EDUCATED THREE,\n[03:15.76] I have to give them props for helping me be me\n[03:17.52] Now I'm the one who's educated\n[03:19.35] I suffered but I made it\n[03:21.23] I only write rhymes that will be appreciated\n[03:22.02] No matter how large I get\n[03:23.94] the fire still burns\n[03:24.80] 'Cause from the 'hood I came\n[03:27.50] and to the 'hood I must return...\n[03:29.31] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:31.12] Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[03:34.73] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:36.59] Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[03:39.28] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:41.97] Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n[03:44.65] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:47.30] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[03:49.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tic Toc\n  artist: Lords Of The Underground\n  album: Classic Hip-Hop\n  duration_ms: 234000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 5430\n  end_ms: 7210\n- text: throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  start_ms: 7210\n  end_ms: 9980\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 9980\n  end_ms: 12620\n- text: throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  start_ms: 12620\n  end_ms: 15430\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 15430\n  end_ms: 17230\n- text: (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  start_ms: 17230\n  end_ms: 19980\n- text: '[DOITALL:]'\n  start_ms: 19980\n  end_ms: 20850\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 20850\n  end_ms: 22690\n- text: we're those same (um) brothers that brought you \"Chief Rock\"\n  start_ms: 22690\n  end_ms: 25340\n- text: Now, um, underground's my style\n  start_ms: 25340\n  end_ms: 27290\n- text: to this I have vows\n  start_ms: 27290\n  end_ms: 28170\n- text: and I swear to my god\n  start_ms: 28170\n  end_ms: 29080\n- text: I'll always rock a crowd\n  start_ms: 29080\n  end_ms: 30880\n- text: So (um) peace to my area, N.W.K.\n  start_ms: 30880\n  end_ms: 32610\n- text: which is scarier\n  start_ms: 32610\n  end_ms: 33530\n- text: so if your on the deals,\n  start_ms: 33530\n  end_ms: 34480\n- text: who cares, the more the merrier\n  start_ms: 34480\n  end_ms: 36360\n- text: Now right off South Orange\n  start_ms: 36360\n  end_ms: 37260\n- text: on the block of one-nine\n  start_ms: 37260\n  end_ms: 39010\n- text: of course, thirteenth ave\n  start_ms: 39010\n  end_ms: 39940\n- text: is my stomping grounds\n  start_ms: 39940\n  end_ms: 41720\n- text: I open up my chest\n  start_ms: 41720\n  end_ms: 42670\n- text: and to my 'hood give my heart\n  start_ms: 42670\n  end_ms: 43510\n- text: '''cause without the heart'\n  start_ms: 43510\n  end_ms: 44450\n- text: then your 'hood falls apart\n  start_ms: 44450\n  end_ms: 46380\n- text: So respect to the cement\n  start_ms: 46380\n  end_ms: 47230\n- text: the park called \"the Corner\"\n  start_ms: 47230\n  end_ms: 49090\n- text: '''cause that''s where the DOITALL TWO was performing'\n  start_ms: 49090\n  end_ms: 51750\n- text: Runnin' from the cops\n  start_ms: 51750\n  end_ms: 52660\n- text: I couldn't be stopped\n  start_ms: 52660\n  end_ms: 54410\n- text: '''cause i was jumpin'' big gates that connected the blocks'\n  start_ms: 54410\n  end_ms: 56280\n- text: Now before making records\n  start_ms: 56280\n  end_ms: 58070\n- text: the 'hood was my savior\n  start_ms: 58070\n  end_ms: 58990\n- text: but now I'm making tunes to make you jam wit 'cha neighbor...\n  start_ms: 58990\n  end_ms: 61610\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 61610\n  end_ms: 64300\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  start_ms: 64300\n  end_ms: 68020\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 68020\n  end_ms: 69890\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  start_ms: 69890\n  end_ms: 72560\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 72560\n  end_ms: 75220\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n  start_ms: 75220\n  end_ms: 78030\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 78030\n  end_ms: 79850\n- text: (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  start_ms: 79850\n  end_ms: 82500\n- text: '[MR. 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(waaahhhhh!)\n  start_ms: 122480\n  end_ms: 125140\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 125140\n  end_ms: 126080\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  start_ms: 126080\n  end_ms: 130640\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 130640\n  end_ms: 132450\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  start_ms: 132450\n  end_ms: 135190\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 135190\n  end_ms: 137900\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n  start_ms: 137900\n  end_ms: 140650\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 140650\n  end_ms: 143340\n- text: (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  start_ms: 143340\n  end_ms: 145120\n- text: '[DOITALL:]'\n  start_ms: 145120\n  end_ms: 146030\n- text: Well, times have changed\n  start_ms: 146030\n  end_ms: 146970\n- text: not only for the urban\n  start_ms: 146970\n  end_ms: 148750\n- text: but also for suburban\n  start_ms: 148750\n  end_ms: 149650\n- text: We get props, we're deservin'\n  start_ms: 149650\n  end_ms: 151410\n- text: From black kids, to white kids\n  start_ms: 151410\n  end_ms: 152360\n- text: I see them bob their heads,\n  start_ms: 152360\n  end_ms: 153200\n- text: from the blond hair, to redhead\n  start_ms: 153200\n  end_ms: 155090\n- text: I even seen a dread\n  start_ms: 155090\n  end_ms: 155960\n- text: So now it doesn't matter\n  start_ms: 155960\n  end_ms: 157880\n- text: as the clock winds down\n  start_ms: 157880\n  end_ms: 158680\n- text: with the tic and the toc\n  start_ms: 158680\n  end_ms: 159620\n- text: because they love the sound\n  start_ms: 159620\n  end_ms: 161420\n- text: But people 'round your area\n  start_ms: 161420\n  end_ms: 162370\n- text: say you sell out\n  start_ms: 162370\n  end_ms: 164160\n- text: because you sell a million copies\n  start_ms: 164160\n  end_ms: 165040\n- text: and your tour goes BAAAAOOWW!\n  start_ms: 165040\n  end_ms: 166860\n- text: So do it for yourself,\n  start_ms: 166860\n  end_ms: 168610\n- text: and do it for the 'hood,\n  start_ms: 168610\n  end_ms: 169560\n- text: but do it from the heart,\n  start_ms: 169560\n  end_ms: 170480\n- text: '''cause that''s when it''s good'\n  start_ms: 170480\n  end_ms: 172260\n- text: Now tell me what's gonna happen\n  start_ms: 172260\n  end_ms: 173150\n- text: after the rappin'\n  start_ms: 173150\n  end_ms: 174030\n- text: when the clock ticks away\n  start_ms: 174030\n  end_ms: 175940\n- text: and ain't nothin' happenin'...\n  start_ms: 175940\n  end_ms: 176800\n- text: '[MR. FUNKYMAN]'\n  start_ms: 176800\n  end_ms: 177780\n- text: .I remember way back in the days on my block\n  start_ms: 177780\n  end_ms: 179540\n- text: when the kids used to meet up in the hallway and rock\n  start_ms: 179540\n  end_ms: 182290\n- text: on Martin Luther King's boulevard\n  start_ms: 182290\n  end_ms: 184030\n- text: with P.C., WISE, EASY ED, and my brother HARD BERNARD\n  start_ms: 184030\n  end_ms: 187680\n- text: used to hit the ill rhymes from the head\n  start_ms: 187680\n  end_ms: 189410\n- text: while I'd hit the beat on the wall until my hands turned red\n  start_ms: 189410\n  end_ms: 192160\n- text: You had the SHORTY TWO M.C.'S,\n  start_ms: 192160\n  end_ms: 194850\n- text: THE EDUCATED THREE,\n  start_ms: 194850\n  end_ms: 195760\n- text: I have to give them props for helping me be me\n  start_ms: 195760\n  end_ms: 197520\n- text: Now I'm the one who's educated\n  start_ms: 197520\n  end_ms: 199350\n- text: I suffered but I made it\n  start_ms: 199350\n  end_ms: 201230\n- text: I only write rhymes that will be appreciated\n  start_ms: 201230\n  end_ms: 202020\n- text: No matter how large I get\n  start_ms: 202020\n  end_ms: 203940\n- text: the fire still burns\n  start_ms: 203940\n  end_ms: 204800\n- text: '''Cause from the ''hood I came'\n  start_ms: 204800\n  end_ms: 207500\n- text: and to the 'hood I must return...\n  start_ms: 207500\n  end_ms: 209310\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 209310\n  end_ms: 211120\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  start_ms: 211120\n  end_ms: 214730\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 214730\n  end_ms: 216590\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  start_ms: 216590\n  end_ms: 219280\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 219280\n  end_ms: 221970\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n  start_ms: 221970\n  end_ms: 224650\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 224650\n  end_ms: 227300\n- text: (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  start_ms: 227300\n  end_ms: 229130\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 229130\nplain: |-\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  [DOITALL:]\n\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  we're those same (um) brothers that brought you \"Chief Rock\"\n  Now, um, underground's my style\n  to this I have vows\n  and I swear to my god\n  I'll always rock a crowd\n  So (um) peace to my area, N.W.K.\n  which is scarier\n  so if your on the deals,\n  who cares, the more the merrier\n  Now right off South Orange\n  on the block of one-nine\n  of course, thirteenth ave\n  is my stomping grounds\n  I open up my chest\n  and to my 'hood give my heart\n  'cause without the heart\n  then your 'hood falls apart\n  So respect to the cement\n  the park called \"the Corner\"\n  'cause that's where the DOITALL TWO was performing\n  Runnin' from the cops\n  I couldn't be stopped\n  'cause i was jumpin' big gates that connected the blocks\n  Now before making records\n  the 'hood was my savior\n  but now I'm making tunes to make you jam wit 'cha neighbor...\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  [MR. FUNKYMAN]\n  Well, I be the funk-ular\n  ultra-funk-ular\n  gamma-funk-ular\n  Half you rappers out there couldn't see me with binoculars\n  Anyone who thinks he'll take me out is just a dreamer\n  If you think you're the bomb, then I'm Hiroshima\n  When I die,\n  I hope they're making records up in heaven\n  On a scale of one to ten,\n  I'm like 100-5th-11\n  and sticks-and-stones-may-break-my-bones\n  but if you ever try to dis the Lords, then it's on\n  I go on beat...\n  off beat...\n  then jump right back on time\n  I drop another rhyme\n  and talk about your fat ugly mama (EEWWW!)\n  M.C.'s cannot rock me\n  I'm stone-proof\n  Me grabbin' the mic\n  is like Superman running to a phone booth\n  Straight from Martin Luther King Boulevard\n  In the heart of Newark, New Jersey,\n  make you say \"Lord have mercy\"\n  If you step up in my face\n  then it's do or die\n  and I'M GONNA MAKE YOU CRY! (waaahhhhh!)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  [DOITALL:]\n\n  Well, times have changed\n  not only for the urban\n  but also for suburban\n  We get props, we're deservin'\n  From black kids, to white kids\n  I see them bob their heads,\n  from the blond hair, to redhead\n  I even seen a dread\n  So now it doesn't matter\n  as the clock winds down\n  with the tic and the toc\n  because they love the sound\n  But people 'round your area\n  say you sell out\n  because you sell a million copies\n  and your tour goes BAAAAOOWW!\n  So do it for yourself,\n  and do it for the 'hood,\n  but do it from the heart,\n  'cause that's when it's good\n  Now tell me what's gonna happen\n  after the rappin'\n  when the clock ticks away\n  and ain't nothin' happenin'...\n  [MR. FUNKYMAN]\n  .I remember way back in the days on my block\n  when the kids used to meet up in the hallway and rock\n  on Martin Luther King's boulevard\n  with P.C., WISE, EASY ED, and my brother HARD BERNARD\n  used to hit the ill rhymes from the head\n  while I'd hit the beat on the wall until my hands turned red\n  You had the SHORTY TWO M.C.'S,\n  THE EDUCATED THREE,\n  I have to give them props for helping me be me\n  Now I'm the one who's educated\n  I suffered but I made it\n  I only write rhymes that will be appreciated\n  No matter how large I get\n  the fire still burns\n  'Cause from the 'hood I came\n  and to the 'hood I must return...\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n"},{"id":35153876,"name":"Tic Toc","trackName":"Tic Toc","artistName":"Lords Of The Underground","albumName":"Classic Hip-Hop","duration":231.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Tic toc, this is how we rock\nthrow your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nthrow your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\n(Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[DOITALL:]\n\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nwe're those same (um) brothers that brought you \"Chief Rock\"\nNow, um, underground's my style\nto this I have vows\nand I swear to my god\nI'll always rock a crowd\nSo (um) peace to my area, N.W.K.\nwhich is scarier\nso if your on the deals,\nwho cares, the more the merrier\nNow right off South Orange\non the block of one-nine\nof course, thirteenth ave\nis my stomping grounds\nI open up my chest\nand to my 'hood give my heart\n'cause without the heart\nthen your 'hood falls apart\nSo respect to the cement\nthe park called \"the Corner\"\n'cause that's where the DOITALL TWO was performing\nRunnin' from the cops\nI couldn't be stopped\n'cause i was jumpin' big gates that connected the blocks\nNow before making records\nthe 'hood was my savior\nbut now I'm making tunes to make you jam wit 'cha neighbor...\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\n(Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[MR. FUNKYMAN]\nWell, I be the funk-ular\nultra-funk-ular\ngamma-funk-ular\nHalf you rappers out there couldn't see me with binoculars\nAnyone who thinks he'll take me out is just a dreamer\nIf you think you're the bomb, then I'm Hiroshima\nWhen I die,\nI hope they're making records up in heaven\nOn a scale of one to ten,\nI'm like 100-5th-11\nand sticks-and-stones-may-break-my-bones\nbut if you ever try to dis the Lords, then it's on\nI go on beat...\noff beat...\nthen jump right back on time\nI drop another rhyme\nand talk about your fat ugly mama (EEWWW!)\nM.C.'s cannot rock me\nI'm stone-proof\nMe grabbin' the mic\nis like Superman running to a phone booth\nStraight from Martin Luther King Boulevard\nIn the heart of Newark, New Jersey,\nmake you say \"Lord have mercy\"\nIf you step up in my face\nthen it's do or die\nand I'M GONNA MAKE YOU CRY! (waaahhhhh!)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\n(Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[DOITALL:]\n\nWell, times have changed\nnot only for the urban\nbut also for suburban\nWe get props, we're deservin'\nFrom black kids, to white kids\nI see them bob their heads,\nfrom the blond hair, to redhead\nI even seen a dread\nSo now it doesn't matter\nas the clock winds down\nwith the tic and the toc\nbecause they love the sound\nBut people 'round your area\nsay you sell out\nbecause you sell a million copies\nand your tour goes BAAAAOOWW!\nSo do it for yourself,\nand do it for the 'hood,\nbut do it from the heart,\n'cause that's when it's good\nNow tell me what's gonna happen\nafter the rappin'\nwhen the clock ticks away\nand ain't nothin' happenin'...\n[MR. FUNKYMAN]\n.I remember way back in the days on my block\nwhen the kids used to meet up in the hallway and rock\non Martin Luther King's boulevard\nwith P.C., WISE, EASY ED, and my brother HARD BERNARD\nused to hit the ill rhymes from the head\nwhile I'd hit the beat on the wall until my hands turned red\nYou had the SHORTY TWO M.C.'S,\nTHE EDUCATED THREE,\nI have to give them props for helping me be me\nNow I'm the one who's educated\nI suffered but I made it\nI only write rhymes that will be appreciated\nNo matter how large I get\nthe fire still burns\n'Cause from the 'hood I came\nand to the 'hood I must return...\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\n(Tic toc, you don't stop...)","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.43] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:07.21] throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[00:09.98] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:12.62] throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[00:15.43] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:17.23] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[00:19.98] [DOITALL:]\n[00:20.85] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:22.69] we're those same (um) brothers that brought you \"Chief Rock\"\n[00:25.34] Now, um, underground's my style\n[00:27.29] to this I have vows\n[00:28.17] and I swear to my god\n[00:29.08] I'll always rock a crowd\n[00:30.88] So (um) peace to my area, N.W.K.\n[00:32.61] which is scarier\n[00:33.53] so if your on the deals,\n[00:34.48] who cares, the more the merrier\n[00:36.36] Now right off South Orange\n[00:37.26] on the block of one-nine\n[00:39.01] of course, thirteenth ave\n[00:39.94] is my stomping grounds\n[00:41.72] I open up my chest\n[00:42.67] and to my 'hood give my heart\n[00:43.51] 'cause without the heart\n[00:44.45] then your 'hood falls apart\n[00:46.38] So respect to the cement\n[00:47.23] the park called \"the Corner\"\n[00:49.09] 'cause that's where the DOITALL TWO was performing\n[00:51.75] Runnin' from the cops\n[00:52.66] I couldn't be stopped\n[00:54.41] 'cause i was jumpin' big gates that connected the blocks\n[00:56.28] Now before making records\n[00:58.07] the 'hood was my savior\n[00:58.99] but now I'm making tunes to make you jam wit 'cha neighbor...\n[01:01.61] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:04.30] Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[01:08.02] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:09.89] Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[01:12.56] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:15.22] Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n[01:18.03] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:19.85] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[01:22.50] [MR. FUNKYMAN]\n[01:23.41] Well, I be the funk-ular\n[01:24.34] ultra-funk-ular\n[01:25.20] gamma-funk-ular\n[01:26.14] Half you rappers out there couldn't see me with binoculars\n[01:28.02] Anyone who thinks he'll take me out is just a dreamer\n[01:30.77] If you think you're the bomb, then I'm Hiroshima\n[01:33.41] When I die,\n[01:34.33] I hope they're making records up in heaven\n[01:36.12] On a scale of one to ten,\n[01:37.03] I'm like 100-5th-11\n[01:38.91] and sticks-and-stones-may-break-my-bones\n[01:40.74] but if you ever try to dis the Lords, then it's on\n[01:43.48] I go on beat...\n[01:45.20] off beat...\n[01:46.18] then jump right back on time\n[01:47.08] I drop another rhyme\n[01:47.95] and talk about your fat ugly mama (EEWWW!)\n[01:49.84] M.C.'s cannot rock me\n[01:50.79] I'm stone-proof\n[01:51.64] Me grabbin' the mic\n[01:52.51] is like Superman running to a phone booth\n[01:54.39] Straight from Martin Luther King Boulevard\n[01:57.05] In the heart of Newark, New Jersey,\n[01:58.82] make you say \"Lord have mercy\"\n[01:59.72] If you step up in my face\n[02:00.64] then it's do or die\n[02:02.48] and I'M GONNA MAKE YOU CRY! (waaahhhhh!)\n[02:05.14] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[02:06.08] Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[02:10.64] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[02:12.45] Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[02:15.19] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[02:17.90] Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n[02:20.65] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[02:23.34] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[02:25.12] [DOITALL:]\n[02:26.03] Well, times have changed\n[02:26.97] not only for the urban\n[02:28.75] but also for suburban\n[02:29.65] We get props, we're deservin'\n[02:31.41] From black kids, to white kids\n[02:32.36] I see them bob their heads,\n[02:33.20] from the blond hair, to redhead\n[02:35.09] I even seen a dread\n[02:35.96] So now it doesn't matter\n[02:37.88] as the clock winds down\n[02:38.68] with the tic and the toc\n[02:39.62] because they love the sound\n[02:41.42] But people 'round your area\n[02:42.37] say you sell out\n[02:44.16] because you sell a million copies\n[02:45.04] and your tour goes BAAAAOOWW!\n[02:46.86] So do it for yourself,\n[02:48.61] and do it for the 'hood,\n[02:49.56] but do it from the heart,\n[02:50.48] 'cause that's when it's good\n[02:52.26] Now tell me what's gonna happen\n[02:53.15] after the rappin'\n[02:54.03] when the clock ticks away\n[02:55.94] and ain't nothin' happenin'...\n[02:56.80] [MR. FUNKYMAN]\n[02:57.78] .I remember way back in the days on my block\n[02:59.54] when the kids used to meet up in the hallway and rock\n[03:02.29] on Martin Luther King's boulevard\n[03:04.03] with P.C., WISE, EASY ED, and my brother HARD BERNARD\n[03:07.68] used to hit the ill rhymes from the head\n[03:09.41] while I'd hit the beat on the wall until my hands turned red\n[03:12.16] You had the SHORTY TWO M.C.'S,\n[03:14.85] THE EDUCATED THREE,\n[03:15.76] I have to give them props for helping me be me\n[03:17.52] Now I'm the one who's educated\n[03:19.35] I suffered but I made it\n[03:21.23] I only write rhymes that will be appreciated\n[03:22.02] No matter how large I get\n[03:23.94] the fire still burns\n[03:24.80] 'Cause from the 'hood I came\n[03:27.50] and to the 'hood I must return...\n[03:29.31] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:31.12] Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[03:34.73] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:36.59] Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[03:39.28] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:41.97] Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n[03:44.65] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:47.30] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[03:49.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tic Toc\n  artist: Lords Of The Underground\n  album: Classic Hip-Hop\n  duration_ms: 231000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 5430\n  end_ms: 7210\n- text: throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  start_ms: 7210\n  end_ms: 9980\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 9980\n  end_ms: 12620\n- text: throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  start_ms: 12620\n  end_ms: 15430\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 15430\n  end_ms: 17230\n- text: (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  start_ms: 17230\n  end_ms: 19980\n- text: '[DOITALL:]'\n  start_ms: 19980\n  end_ms: 20850\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 20850\n  end_ms: 22690\n- text: we're those same (um) brothers that brought you \"Chief Rock\"\n  start_ms: 22690\n  end_ms: 25340\n- text: Now, um, underground's my style\n  start_ms: 25340\n  end_ms: 27290\n- text: to this I have vows\n  start_ms: 27290\n  end_ms: 28170\n- text: and I swear to my god\n  start_ms: 28170\n  end_ms: 29080\n- text: I'll always rock a crowd\n  start_ms: 29080\n  end_ms: 30880\n- text: So (um) peace to my area, N.W.K.\n  start_ms: 30880\n  end_ms: 32610\n- text: which is scarier\n  start_ms: 32610\n  end_ms: 33530\n- text: so if your on the deals,\n  start_ms: 33530\n  end_ms: 34480\n- text: who cares, the more the merrier\n  start_ms: 34480\n  end_ms: 36360\n- text: Now right off South Orange\n  start_ms: 36360\n  end_ms: 37260\n- text: on the block of one-nine\n  start_ms: 37260\n  end_ms: 39010\n- text: of course, thirteenth ave\n  start_ms: 39010\n  end_ms: 39940\n- text: is my stomping grounds\n  start_ms: 39940\n  end_ms: 41720\n- text: I open up my chest\n  start_ms: 41720\n  end_ms: 42670\n- text: and to my 'hood give my heart\n  start_ms: 42670\n  end_ms: 43510\n- text: '''cause without the heart'\n  start_ms: 43510\n  end_ms: 44450\n- text: then your 'hood falls apart\n  start_ms: 44450\n  end_ms: 46380\n- text: So respect to the cement\n  start_ms: 46380\n  end_ms: 47230\n- text: the park called \"the Corner\"\n  start_ms: 47230\n  end_ms: 49090\n- text: '''cause that''s where the DOITALL TWO was performing'\n  start_ms: 49090\n  end_ms: 51750\n- text: Runnin' from the cops\n  start_ms: 51750\n  end_ms: 52660\n- text: I couldn't be stopped\n  start_ms: 52660\n  end_ms: 54410\n- text: '''cause i was jumpin'' big gates that connected the blocks'\n  start_ms: 54410\n  end_ms: 56280\n- text: Now before making records\n  start_ms: 56280\n  end_ms: 58070\n- text: the 'hood was my savior\n  start_ms: 58070\n  end_ms: 58990\n- text: but now I'm making tunes to make you jam wit 'cha neighbor...\n  start_ms: 58990\n  end_ms: 61610\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 61610\n  end_ms: 64300\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  start_ms: 64300\n  end_ms: 68020\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 68020\n  end_ms: 69890\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  start_ms: 69890\n  end_ms: 72560\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 72560\n  end_ms: 75220\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n  start_ms: 75220\n  end_ms: 78030\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 78030\n  end_ms: 79850\n- text: (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  start_ms: 79850\n  end_ms: 82500\n- text: '[MR. 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FUNKYMAN]\n  Well, I be the funk-ular\n  ultra-funk-ular\n  gamma-funk-ular\n  Half you rappers out there couldn't see me with binoculars\n  Anyone who thinks he'll take me out is just a dreamer\n  If you think you're the bomb, then I'm Hiroshima\n  When I die,\n  I hope they're making records up in heaven\n  On a scale of one to ten,\n  I'm like 100-5th-11\n  and sticks-and-stones-may-break-my-bones\n  but if you ever try to dis the Lords, then it's on\n  I go on beat...\n  off beat...\n  then jump right back on time\n  I drop another rhyme\n  and talk about your fat ugly mama (EEWWW!)\n  M.C.'s cannot rock me\n  I'm stone-proof\n  Me grabbin' the mic\n  is like Superman running to a phone booth\n  Straight from Martin Luther King Boulevard\n  In the heart of Newark, New Jersey,\n  make you say \"Lord have mercy\"\n  If you step up in my face\n  then it's do or die\n  and I'M GONNA MAKE YOU CRY! 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FUNKYMAN]\n.I remember way back in the days on my block\nwhen the kids used to meet up in the hallway and rock\non Martin Luther King's boulevard\nwith P.C., WISE, EASY ED, and my brother HARD BERNARD\nused to hit the ill rhymes from the head\nwhile I'd hit the beat on the wall until my hands turned red\nYou had the SHORTY TWO M.C.'S,\nTHE EDUCATED THREE,\nI have to give them props for helping me be me\nNow I'm the one who's educated\nI suffered but I made it\nI only write rhymes that will be appreciated\nNo matter how large I get\nthe fire still burns\n'Cause from the 'hood I came\nand to the 'hood I must return...\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\n(Tic toc, you don't stop...)","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.43] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:07.21] throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[00:09.98] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:12.62] throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[00:15.43] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:17.23] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[00:19.98] [DOITALL:]\n[00:20.85] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:22.69] we're those same (um) brothers that brought you \"Chief Rock\"\n[00:25.34] Now, um, underground's my style\n[00:27.29] to this I have vows\n[00:28.17] and I swear to my god\n[00:29.08] I'll always rock a crowd\n[00:30.88] So (um) peace to my area, N.W.K.\n[00:32.61] which is scarier\n[00:33.53] so if your on the deals,\n[00:34.48] who cares, the more the merrier\n[00:36.36] Now right off South Orange\n[00:37.26] on the block of one-nine\n[00:39.01] of course, thirteenth ave\n[00:39.94] is my stomping grounds\n[00:41.72] I open up my chest\n[00:42.67] and to my 'hood give my heart\n[00:43.51] 'cause without the heart\n[00:44.45] then your 'hood falls apart\n[00:46.38] So respect to the cement\n[00:47.23] the park called \"the Corner\"\n[00:49.09] 'cause that's where the DOITALL TWO was performing\n[00:51.75] Runnin' from the cops\n[00:52.66] I couldn't be stopped\n[00:54.41] 'cause i was jumpin' big gates that connected the blocks\n[00:56.28] Now before making records\n[00:58.07] the 'hood was my savior\n[00:58.99] but now I'm making tunes to make you jam wit 'cha neighbor...\n[01:01.61] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:04.30] Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[01:08.02] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:09.89] Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[01:12.56] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:15.22] Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n[01:18.03] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:19.85] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[01:22.50] [MR. FUNKYMAN]\n[01:23.41] Well, I be the funk-ular\n[01:24.34] ultra-funk-ular\n[01:25.20] gamma-funk-ular\n[01:26.14] Half you rappers out there couldn't see me with binoculars\n[01:28.02] Anyone who thinks he'll take me out is just a dreamer\n[01:30.77] If you think you're the bomb, then I'm Hiroshima\n[01:33.41] When I die,\n[01:34.33] I hope they're making records up in heaven\n[01:36.12] On a scale of one to ten,\n[01:37.03] I'm like 100-5th-11\n[01:38.91] and sticks-and-stones-may-break-my-bones\n[01:40.74] but if you ever try to dis the Lords, then it's on\n[01:43.48] I go on beat...\n[01:45.20] off beat...\n[01:46.18] then jump right back on time\n[01:47.08] I drop another rhyme\n[01:47.95] and talk about your fat ugly mama (EEWWW!)\n[01:49.84] M.C.'s cannot rock me\n[01:50.79] I'm stone-proof\n[01:51.64] Me grabbin' the mic\n[01:52.51] is like Superman running to a phone booth\n[01:54.39] Straight from Martin Luther King Boulevard\n[01:57.05] In the heart of Newark, New Jersey,\n[01:58.82] make you say \"Lord have mercy\"\n[01:59.72] If you step up in my face\n[02:00.64] then it's do or die\n[02:02.48] and I'M GONNA MAKE YOU CRY! 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FUNKYMAN]\n[02:57.78] .I remember way back in the days on my block\n[02:59.54] when the kids used to meet up in the hallway and rock\n[03:02.29] on Martin Luther King's boulevard\n[03:04.03] with P.C., WISE, EASY ED, and my brother HARD BERNARD\n[03:07.68] used to hit the ill rhymes from the head\n[03:09.41] while I'd hit the beat on the wall until my hands turned red\n[03:12.16] You had the SHORTY TWO M.C.'S,\n[03:14.85] THE EDUCATED THREE,\n[03:15.76] I have to give them props for helping me be me\n[03:17.52] Now I'm the one who's educated\n[03:19.35] I suffered but I made it\n[03:21.23] I only write rhymes that will be appreciated\n[03:22.02] No matter how large I get\n[03:23.94] the fire still burns\n[03:24.80] 'Cause from the 'hood I came\n[03:27.50] and to the 'hood I must return...\n[03:29.31] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:31.12] Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[03:34.73] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:36.59] Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[03:39.28] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:41.97] Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n[03:44.65] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:47.30] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[03:49.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tic Toc\n  artist: Lords Of The Underground\n  album: Classic Hip-Hop\n  duration_ms: 236000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 5430\n  end_ms: 7210\n- text: throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  start_ms: 7210\n  end_ms: 9980\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 9980\n  end_ms: 12620\n- text: throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  start_ms: 12620\n  end_ms: 15430\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 15430\n  end_ms: 17230\n- text: (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  start_ms: 17230\n  end_ms: 19980\n- text: '[DOITALL:]'\n  start_ms: 19980\n  end_ms: 20850\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 20850\n  end_ms: 22690\n- text: we're those same (um) brothers that brought you \"Chief Rock\"\n  start_ms: 22690\n  end_ms: 25340\n- text: Now, um, underground's my style\n  start_ms: 25340\n  end_ms: 27290\n- text: to this I have vows\n  start_ms: 27290\n  end_ms: 28170\n- text: and I swear to my god\n  start_ms: 28170\n  end_ms: 29080\n- text: I'll always rock a crowd\n  start_ms: 29080\n  end_ms: 30880\n- text: So (um) peace to my area, N.W.K.\n  start_ms: 30880\n  end_ms: 32610\n- text: which is scarier\n  start_ms: 32610\n  end_ms: 33530\n- text: so if your on the deals,\n  start_ms: 33530\n  end_ms: 34480\n- text: who cares, the more the merrier\n  start_ms: 34480\n  end_ms: 36360\n- text: Now right off South Orange\n  start_ms: 36360\n  end_ms: 37260\n- text: on the block of one-nine\n  start_ms: 37260\n  end_ms: 39010\n- text: of course, thirteenth ave\n  start_ms: 39010\n  end_ms: 39940\n- text: is my stomping grounds\n  start_ms: 39940\n  end_ms: 41720\n- text: I open up my chest\n  start_ms: 41720\n  end_ms: 42670\n- text: and to my 'hood give my heart\n  start_ms: 42670\n  end_ms: 43510\n- text: '''cause without the heart'\n  start_ms: 43510\n  end_ms: 44450\n- text: then your 'hood falls apart\n  start_ms: 44450\n  end_ms: 46380\n- text: So respect to the cement\n  start_ms: 46380\n  end_ms: 47230\n- text: the park called \"the Corner\"\n  start_ms: 47230\n  end_ms: 49090\n- text: '''cause that''s where the DOITALL TWO was performing'\n  start_ms: 49090\n  end_ms: 51750\n- text: Runnin' from the cops\n  start_ms: 51750\n  end_ms: 52660\n- text: I couldn't be stopped\n  start_ms: 52660\n  end_ms: 54410\n- text: '''cause i was jumpin'' big gates that connected the blocks'\n  start_ms: 54410\n  end_ms: 56280\n- text: Now before making records\n  start_ms: 56280\n  end_ms: 58070\n- text: the 'hood was my savior\n  start_ms: 58070\n  end_ms: 58990\n- text: but now I'm making tunes to make you jam wit 'cha neighbor...\n  start_ms: 58990\n  end_ms: 61610\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 61610\n  end_ms: 64300\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  start_ms: 64300\n  end_ms: 68020\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 68020\n  end_ms: 69890\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  start_ms: 69890\n  end_ms: 72560\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 72560\n  end_ms: 75220\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n  start_ms: 75220\n  end_ms: 78030\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 78030\n  end_ms: 79850\n- text: (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  start_ms: 79850\n  end_ms: 82500\n- text: '[MR. 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FUNKYMAN]'\n  start_ms: 176800\n  end_ms: 177780\n- text: .I remember way back in the days on my block\n  start_ms: 177780\n  end_ms: 179540\n- text: when the kids used to meet up in the hallway and rock\n  start_ms: 179540\n  end_ms: 182290\n- text: on Martin Luther King's boulevard\n  start_ms: 182290\n  end_ms: 184030\n- text: with P.C., WISE, EASY ED, and my brother HARD BERNARD\n  start_ms: 184030\n  end_ms: 187680\n- text: used to hit the ill rhymes from the head\n  start_ms: 187680\n  end_ms: 189410\n- text: while I'd hit the beat on the wall until my hands turned red\n  start_ms: 189410\n  end_ms: 192160\n- text: You had the SHORTY TWO M.C.'S,\n  start_ms: 192160\n  end_ms: 194850\n- text: THE EDUCATED THREE,\n  start_ms: 194850\n  end_ms: 195760\n- text: I have to give them props for helping me be me\n  start_ms: 195760\n  end_ms: 197520\n- text: Now I'm the one who's educated\n  start_ms: 197520\n  end_ms: 199350\n- text: I suffered but I made it\n  start_ms: 199350\n  end_ms: 201230\n- text: I only write rhymes that will be appreciated\n  start_ms: 201230\n  end_ms: 202020\n- text: No matter how large I get\n  start_ms: 202020\n  end_ms: 203940\n- text: the fire still burns\n  start_ms: 203940\n  end_ms: 204800\n- text: '''Cause from the ''hood I came'\n  start_ms: 204800\n  end_ms: 207500\n- text: and to the 'hood I must return...\n  start_ms: 207500\n  end_ms: 209310\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 209310\n  end_ms: 211120\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  start_ms: 211120\n  end_ms: 214730\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 214730\n  end_ms: 216590\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  start_ms: 216590\n  end_ms: 219280\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 219280\n  end_ms: 221970\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n  start_ms: 221970\n  end_ms: 224650\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 224650\n  end_ms: 227300\n- text: (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  start_ms: 227300\n  end_ms: 229130\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 229130\nplain: |-\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  [DOITALL:]\n\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  we're those same (um) brothers that brought you \"Chief Rock\"\n  Now, um, underground's my style\n  to this I have vows\n  and I swear to my god\n  I'll always rock a crowd\n  So (um) peace to my area, N.W.K.\n  which is scarier\n  so if your on the deals,\n  who cares, the more the merrier\n  Now right off South Orange\n  on the block of one-nine\n  of course, thirteenth ave\n  is my stomping grounds\n  I open up my chest\n  and to my 'hood give my heart\n  'cause without the heart\n  then your 'hood falls apart\n  So respect to the cement\n  the park called \"the Corner\"\n  'cause that's where the DOITALL TWO was performing\n  Runnin' from the cops\n  I couldn't be stopped\n  'cause i was jumpin' big gates that connected the blocks\n  Now before making records\n  the 'hood was my savior\n  but now I'm making tunes to make you jam wit 'cha neighbor...\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  [MR. FUNKYMAN]\n  Well, I be the funk-ular\n  ultra-funk-ular\n  gamma-funk-ular\n  Half you rappers out there couldn't see me with binoculars\n  Anyone who thinks he'll take me out is just a dreamer\n  If you think you're the bomb, then I'm Hiroshima\n  When I die,\n  I hope they're making records up in heaven\n  On a scale of one to ten,\n  I'm like 100-5th-11\n  and sticks-and-stones-may-break-my-bones\n  but if you ever try to dis the Lords, then it's on\n  I go on beat...\n  off beat...\n  then jump right back on time\n  I drop another rhyme\n  and talk about your fat ugly mama (EEWWW!)\n  M.C.'s cannot rock me\n  I'm stone-proof\n  Me grabbin' the mic\n  is like Superman running to a phone booth\n  Straight from Martin Luther King Boulevard\n  In the heart of Newark, New Jersey,\n  make you say \"Lord have mercy\"\n  If you step up in my face\n  then it's do or die\n  and I'M GONNA MAKE YOU CRY! (waaahhhhh!)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  [DOITALL:]\n\n  Well, times have changed\n  not only for the urban\n  but also for suburban\n  We get props, we're deservin'\n  From black kids, to white kids\n  I see them bob their heads,\n  from the blond hair, to redhead\n  I even seen a dread\n  So now it doesn't matter\n  as the clock winds down\n  with the tic and the toc\n  because they love the sound\n  But people 'round your area\n  say you sell out\n  because you sell a million copies\n  and your tour goes BAAAAOOWW!\n  So do it for yourself,\n  and do it for the 'hood,\n  but do it from the heart,\n  'cause that's when it's good\n  Now tell me what's gonna happen\n  after the rappin'\n  when the clock ticks away\n  and ain't nothin' happenin'...\n  [MR. FUNKYMAN]\n  .I remember way back in the days on my block\n  when the kids used to meet up in the hallway and rock\n  on Martin Luther King's boulevard\n  with P.C., WISE, EASY ED, and my brother HARD BERNARD\n  used to hit the ill rhymes from the head\n  while I'd hit the beat on the wall until my hands turned red\n  You had the SHORTY TWO M.C.'S,\n  THE EDUCATED THREE,\n  I have to give them props for helping me be me\n  Now I'm the one who's educated\n  I suffered but I made it\n  I only write rhymes that will be appreciated\n  No matter how large I get\n  the fire still burns\n  'Cause from the 'hood I came\n  and to the 'hood I must return...\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n"},{"id":35153886,"name":"Tic Toc","trackName":"Tic Toc","artistName":"Lords Of The Underground","albumName":"Classic Hip-Hop","duration":229.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Tic toc, this is how we rock\nthrow your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nthrow your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\n(Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[DOITALL:]\n\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nwe're those same (um) brothers that brought you \"Chief Rock\"\nNow, um, underground's my style\nto this I have vows\nand I swear to my god\nI'll always rock a crowd\nSo (um) peace to my area, N.W.K.\nwhich is scarier\nso if your on the deals,\nwho cares, the more the merrier\nNow right off South Orange\non the block of one-nine\nof course, thirteenth ave\nis my stomping grounds\nI open up my chest\nand to my 'hood give my heart\n'cause without the heart\nthen your 'hood falls apart\nSo respect to the cement\nthe park called \"the Corner\"\n'cause that's where the DOITALL TWO was performing\nRunnin' from the cops\nI couldn't be stopped\n'cause i was jumpin' big gates that connected the blocks\nNow before making records\nthe 'hood was my savior\nbut now I'm making tunes to make you jam wit 'cha neighbor...\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\n(Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[MR. FUNKYMAN]\nWell, I be the funk-ular\nultra-funk-ular\ngamma-funk-ular\nHalf you rappers out there couldn't see me with binoculars\nAnyone who thinks he'll take me out is just a dreamer\nIf you think you're the bomb, then I'm Hiroshima\nWhen I die,\nI hope they're making records up in heaven\nOn a scale of one to ten,\nI'm like 100-5th-11\nand sticks-and-stones-may-break-my-bones\nbut if you ever try to dis the Lords, then it's on\nI go on beat...\noff beat...\nthen jump right back on time\nI drop another rhyme\nand talk about your fat ugly mama (EEWWW!)\nM.C.'s cannot rock me\nI'm stone-proof\nMe grabbin' the mic\nis like Superman running to a phone booth\nStraight from Martin Luther King Boulevard\nIn the heart of Newark, New Jersey,\nmake you say \"Lord have mercy\"\nIf you step up in my face\nthen it's do or die\nand I'M GONNA MAKE YOU CRY! (waaahhhhh!)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\n(Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[DOITALL:]\n\nWell, times have changed\nnot only for the urban\nbut also for suburban\nWe get props, we're deservin'\nFrom black kids, to white kids\nI see them bob their heads,\nfrom the blond hair, to redhead\nI even seen a dread\nSo now it doesn't matter\nas the clock winds down\nwith the tic and the toc\nbecause they love the sound\nBut people 'round your area\nsay you sell out\nbecause you sell a million copies\nand your tour goes BAAAAOOWW!\nSo do it for yourself,\nand do it for the 'hood,\nbut do it from the heart,\n'cause that's when it's good\nNow tell me what's gonna happen\nafter the rappin'\nwhen the clock ticks away\nand ain't nothin' happenin'...\n[MR. FUNKYMAN]\n.I remember way back in the days on my block\nwhen the kids used to meet up in the hallway and rock\non Martin Luther King's boulevard\nwith P.C., WISE, EASY ED, and my brother HARD BERNARD\nused to hit the ill rhymes from the head\nwhile I'd hit the beat on the wall until my hands turned red\nYou had the SHORTY TWO M.C.'S,\nTHE EDUCATED THREE,\nI have to give them props for helping me be me\nNow I'm the one who's educated\nI suffered but I made it\nI only write rhymes that will be appreciated\nNo matter how large I get\nthe fire still burns\n'Cause from the 'hood I came\nand to the 'hood I must return...\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\n(Tic toc, you don't stop...)","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.43] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:07.21] throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[00:09.98] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:12.62] throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[00:15.43] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:17.23] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[00:19.98] [DOITALL:]\n[00:20.85] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:22.69] we're those same (um) brothers that brought you \"Chief Rock\"\n[00:25.34] Now, um, underground's my style\n[00:27.29] to this I have vows\n[00:28.17] and I swear to my god\n[00:29.08] I'll always rock a crowd\n[00:30.88] So (um) peace to my area, N.W.K.\n[00:32.61] which is scarier\n[00:33.53] so if your on the deals,\n[00:34.48] who cares, the more the merrier\n[00:36.36] Now right off South Orange\n[00:37.26] on the block of one-nine\n[00:39.01] of course, thirteenth ave\n[00:39.94] is my stomping grounds\n[00:41.72] I open up my chest\n[00:42.67] and to my 'hood give my heart\n[00:43.51] 'cause without the heart\n[00:44.45] then your 'hood falls apart\n[00:46.38] So respect to the cement\n[00:47.23] the park called \"the Corner\"\n[00:49.09] 'cause that's where the DOITALL TWO was performing\n[00:51.75] Runnin' from the cops\n[00:52.66] I couldn't be stopped\n[00:54.41] 'cause i was jumpin' big gates that connected the blocks\n[00:56.28] Now before making records\n[00:58.07] the 'hood was my savior\n[00:58.99] but now I'm making tunes to make you jam wit 'cha neighbor...\n[01:01.61] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:04.30] Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[01:08.02] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:09.89] Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[01:12.56] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:15.22] Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n[01:18.03] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:19.85] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[01:22.50] [MR. FUNKYMAN]\n[01:23.41] Well, I be the funk-ular\n[01:24.34] ultra-funk-ular\n[01:25.20] gamma-funk-ular\n[01:26.14] Half you rappers out there couldn't see me with binoculars\n[01:28.02] Anyone who thinks he'll take me out is just a dreamer\n[01:30.77] If you think you're the bomb, then I'm Hiroshima\n[01:33.41] When I die,\n[01:34.33] I hope they're making records up in heaven\n[01:36.12] On a scale of one to ten,\n[01:37.03] I'm like 100-5th-11\n[01:38.91] and sticks-and-stones-may-break-my-bones\n[01:40.74] but if you ever try to dis the Lords, then it's on\n[01:43.48] I go on beat...\n[01:45.20] off beat...\n[01:46.18] then jump right back on time\n[01:47.08] I drop another rhyme\n[01:47.95] and talk about your fat ugly mama (EEWWW!)\n[01:49.84] M.C.'s cannot rock me\n[01:50.79] I'm stone-proof\n[01:51.64] Me grabbin' the mic\n[01:52.51] is like Superman running to a phone booth\n[01:54.39] Straight from Martin Luther King Boulevard\n[01:57.05] In the heart of Newark, New Jersey,\n[01:58.82] make you say \"Lord have mercy\"\n[01:59.72] If you step up in my face\n[02:00.64] then it's do or die\n[02:02.48] and I'M GONNA MAKE YOU CRY! (waaahhhhh!)\n[02:05.14] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[02:06.08] Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[02:10.64] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[02:12.45] Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[02:15.19] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[02:17.90] Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n[02:20.65] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[02:23.34] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[02:25.12] [DOITALL:]\n[02:26.03] Well, times have changed\n[02:26.97] not only for the urban\n[02:28.75] but also for suburban\n[02:29.65] We get props, we're deservin'\n[02:31.41] From black kids, to white kids\n[02:32.36] I see them bob their heads,\n[02:33.20] from the blond hair, to redhead\n[02:35.09] I even seen a dread\n[02:35.96] So now it doesn't matter\n[02:37.88] as the clock winds down\n[02:38.68] with the tic and the toc\n[02:39.62] because they love the sound\n[02:41.42] But people 'round your area\n[02:42.37] say you sell out\n[02:44.16] because you sell a million copies\n[02:45.04] and your tour goes BAAAAOOWW!\n[02:46.86] So do it for yourself,\n[02:48.61] and do it for the 'hood,\n[02:49.56] but do it from the heart,\n[02:50.48] 'cause that's when it's good\n[02:52.26] Now tell me what's gonna happen\n[02:53.15] after the rappin'\n[02:54.03] when the clock ticks away\n[02:55.94] and ain't nothin' happenin'...\n[02:56.80] [MR. FUNKYMAN]\n[02:57.78] .I remember way back in the days on my block\n[02:59.54] when the kids used to meet up in the hallway and rock\n[03:02.29] on Martin Luther King's boulevard\n[03:04.03] with P.C., WISE, EASY ED, and my brother HARD BERNARD\n[03:07.68] used to hit the ill rhymes from the head\n[03:09.41] while I'd hit the beat on the wall until my hands turned red\n[03:12.16] You had the SHORTY TWO M.C.'S,\n[03:14.85] THE EDUCATED THREE,\n[03:15.76] I have to give them props for helping me be me\n[03:17.52] Now I'm the one who's educated\n[03:19.35] I suffered but I made it\n[03:21.23] I only write rhymes that will be appreciated\n[03:22.02] No matter how large I get\n[03:23.94] the fire still burns\n[03:24.80] 'Cause from the 'hood I came\n[03:27.50] and to the 'hood I must return...\n[03:29.31] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:31.12] Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[03:34.73] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:36.59] Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[03:39.28] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:41.97] Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n[03:44.65] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:47.30] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[03:49.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tic Toc\n  artist: Lords Of The Underground\n  album: Classic Hip-Hop\n  duration_ms: 229000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 5430\n  end_ms: 7210\n- text: throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  start_ms: 7210\n  end_ms: 9980\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 9980\n  end_ms: 12620\n- text: throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  start_ms: 12620\n  end_ms: 15430\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 15430\n  end_ms: 17230\n- text: (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  start_ms: 17230\n  end_ms: 19980\n- text: '[DOITALL:]'\n  start_ms: 19980\n  end_ms: 20850\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 20850\n  end_ms: 22690\n- text: we're those same (um) brothers that brought you \"Chief Rock\"\n  start_ms: 22690\n  end_ms: 25340\n- text: Now, um, underground's my style\n  start_ms: 25340\n  end_ms: 27290\n- text: to this I have vows\n  start_ms: 27290\n  end_ms: 28170\n- text: and I swear to my god\n  start_ms: 28170\n  end_ms: 29080\n- text: I'll always rock a crowd\n  start_ms: 29080\n  end_ms: 30880\n- text: So (um) peace to my area, N.W.K.\n  start_ms: 30880\n  end_ms: 32610\n- text: which is scarier\n  start_ms: 32610\n  end_ms: 33530\n- text: so if your on the deals,\n  start_ms: 33530\n  end_ms: 34480\n- text: who cares, the more the merrier\n  start_ms: 34480\n  end_ms: 36360\n- text: Now right off South Orange\n  start_ms: 36360\n  end_ms: 37260\n- text: on the block of one-nine\n  start_ms: 37260\n  end_ms: 39010\n- text: of course, thirteenth ave\n  start_ms: 39010\n  end_ms: 39940\n- text: is my stomping grounds\n  start_ms: 39940\n  end_ms: 41720\n- text: I open up my chest\n  start_ms: 41720\n  end_ms: 42670\n- text: and to my 'hood give my heart\n  start_ms: 42670\n  end_ms: 43510\n- text: '''cause without the heart'\n  start_ms: 43510\n  end_ms: 44450\n- text: then your 'hood falls apart\n  start_ms: 44450\n  end_ms: 46380\n- text: So respect to the cement\n  start_ms: 46380\n  end_ms: 47230\n- text: the park called \"the Corner\"\n  start_ms: 47230\n  end_ms: 49090\n- text: '''cause that''s where the DOITALL TWO was performing'\n  start_ms: 49090\n  end_ms: 51750\n- text: Runnin' from the cops\n  start_ms: 51750\n  end_ms: 52660\n- text: I couldn't be stopped\n  start_ms: 52660\n  end_ms: 54410\n- text: '''cause i was jumpin'' big gates that connected the blocks'\n  start_ms: 54410\n  end_ms: 56280\n- text: Now before making records\n  start_ms: 56280\n  end_ms: 58070\n- text: the 'hood was my savior\n  start_ms: 58070\n  end_ms: 58990\n- text: but now I'm making tunes to make you jam wit 'cha neighbor...\n  start_ms: 58990\n  end_ms: 61610\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 61610\n  end_ms: 64300\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  start_ms: 64300\n  end_ms: 68020\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 68020\n  end_ms: 69890\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  start_ms: 69890\n  end_ms: 72560\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 72560\n  end_ms: 75220\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n  start_ms: 75220\n  end_ms: 78030\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 78030\n  end_ms: 79850\n- text: (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  start_ms: 79850\n  end_ms: 82500\n- text: '[MR. 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FUNKYMAN]\n  Well, I be the funk-ular\n  ultra-funk-ular\n  gamma-funk-ular\n  Half you rappers out there couldn't see me with binoculars\n  Anyone who thinks he'll take me out is just a dreamer\n  If you think you're the bomb, then I'm Hiroshima\n  When I die,\n  I hope they're making records up in heaven\n  On a scale of one to ten,\n  I'm like 100-5th-11\n  and sticks-and-stones-may-break-my-bones\n  but if you ever try to dis the Lords, then it's on\n  I go on beat...\n  off beat...\n  then jump right back on time\n  I drop another rhyme\n  and talk about your fat ugly mama (EEWWW!)\n  M.C.'s cannot rock me\n  I'm stone-proof\n  Me grabbin' the mic\n  is like Superman running to a phone booth\n  Straight from Martin Luther King Boulevard\n  In the heart of Newark, New Jersey,\n  make you say \"Lord have mercy\"\n  If you step up in my face\n  then it's do or die\n  and I'M GONNA MAKE YOU CRY! 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FUNKYMAN]\n.I remember way back in the days on my block\nwhen the kids used to meet up in the hallway and rock\non Martin Luther King's boulevard\nwith P.C., WISE, EASY ED, and my brother HARD BERNARD\nused to hit the ill rhymes from the head\nwhile I'd hit the beat on the wall until my hands turned red\nYou had the SHORTY TWO M.C.'S,\nTHE EDUCATED THREE,\nI have to give them props for helping me be me\nNow I'm the one who's educated\nI suffered but I made it\nI only write rhymes that will be appreciated\nNo matter how large I get\nthe fire still burns\n'Cause from the 'hood I came\nand to the 'hood I must return...\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\n(Tic toc, you don't stop...)","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.43] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:07.21] throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[00:09.98] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:12.62] throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[00:15.43] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:17.23] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[00:19.98] [DOITALL:]\n[00:20.85] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:22.69] we're those same (um) brothers that brought you \"Chief Rock\"\n[00:25.34] Now, um, underground's my style\n[00:27.29] to this I have vows\n[00:28.17] and I swear to my god\n[00:29.08] I'll always rock a crowd\n[00:30.88] So (um) peace to my area, N.W.K.\n[00:32.61] which is scarier\n[00:33.53] so if your on the deals,\n[00:34.48] who cares, the more the merrier\n[00:36.36] Now right off South Orange\n[00:37.26] on the block of one-nine\n[00:39.01] of course, thirteenth ave\n[00:39.94] is my stomping grounds\n[00:41.72] I open up my chest\n[00:42.67] and to my 'hood give my heart\n[00:43.51] 'cause without the heart\n[00:44.45] then your 'hood falls apart\n[00:46.38] So respect to the cement\n[00:47.23] the park called \"the Corner\"\n[00:49.09] 'cause that's where the DOITALL TWO was performing\n[00:51.75] Runnin' from the cops\n[00:52.66] I couldn't be stopped\n[00:54.41] 'cause i was jumpin' big gates that connected the blocks\n[00:56.28] Now before making records\n[00:58.07] the 'hood was my savior\n[00:58.99] but now I'm making tunes to make you jam wit 'cha neighbor...\n[01:01.61] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:04.30] Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[01:08.02] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:09.89] Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[01:12.56] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:15.22] Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n[01:18.03] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:19.85] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[01:22.50] [MR. FUNKYMAN]\n[01:23.41] Well, I be the funk-ular\n[01:24.34] ultra-funk-ular\n[01:25.20] gamma-funk-ular\n[01:26.14] Half you rappers out there couldn't see me with binoculars\n[01:28.02] Anyone who thinks he'll take me out is just a dreamer\n[01:30.77] If you think you're the bomb, then I'm Hiroshima\n[01:33.41] When I die,\n[01:34.33] I hope they're making records up in heaven\n[01:36.12] On a scale of one to ten,\n[01:37.03] I'm like 100-5th-11\n[01:38.91] and sticks-and-stones-may-break-my-bones\n[01:40.74] but if you ever try to dis the Lords, then it's on\n[01:43.48] I go on beat...\n[01:45.20] off beat...\n[01:46.18] then jump right back on time\n[01:47.08] I drop another rhyme\n[01:47.95] and talk about your fat ugly mama (EEWWW!)\n[01:49.84] M.C.'s cannot rock me\n[01:50.79] I'm stone-proof\n[01:51.64] Me grabbin' the mic\n[01:52.51] is like Superman running to a phone booth\n[01:54.39] Straight from Martin Luther King Boulevard\n[01:57.05] In the heart of Newark, New Jersey,\n[01:58.82] make you say \"Lord have mercy\"\n[01:59.72] If you step up in my face\n[02:00.64] then it's do or die\n[02:02.48] and I'M GONNA MAKE YOU CRY! 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FUNKYMAN]\n[02:57.78] .I remember way back in the days on my block\n[02:59.54] when the kids used to meet up in the hallway and rock\n[03:02.29] on Martin Luther King's boulevard\n[03:04.03] with P.C., WISE, EASY ED, and my brother HARD BERNARD\n[03:07.68] used to hit the ill rhymes from the head\n[03:09.41] while I'd hit the beat on the wall until my hands turned red\n[03:12.16] You had the SHORTY TWO M.C.'S,\n[03:14.85] THE EDUCATED THREE,\n[03:15.76] I have to give them props for helping me be me\n[03:17.52] Now I'm the one who's educated\n[03:19.35] I suffered but I made it\n[03:21.23] I only write rhymes that will be appreciated\n[03:22.02] No matter how large I get\n[03:23.94] the fire still burns\n[03:24.80] 'Cause from the 'hood I came\n[03:27.50] and to the 'hood I must return...\n[03:29.31] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:31.12] Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[03:34.73] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:36.59] Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[03:39.28] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:41.97] Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n[03:44.65] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:47.30] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[03:49.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tic Toc\n  artist: Lords of the Underground\n  album: Cut Killa Show 19361\n  duration_ms: 232000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 5430\n  end_ms: 7210\n- text: throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  start_ms: 7210\n  end_ms: 9980\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 9980\n  end_ms: 12620\n- text: throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  start_ms: 12620\n  end_ms: 15430\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 15430\n  end_ms: 17230\n- text: (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  start_ms: 17230\n  end_ms: 19980\n- text: '[DOITALL:]'\n  start_ms: 19980\n  end_ms: 20850\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 20850\n  end_ms: 22690\n- text: we're those same (um) brothers that brought you \"Chief Rock\"\n  start_ms: 22690\n  end_ms: 25340\n- text: Now, um, underground's my style\n  start_ms: 25340\n  end_ms: 27290\n- text: to this I have vows\n  start_ms: 27290\n  end_ms: 28170\n- text: and I swear to my god\n  start_ms: 28170\n  end_ms: 29080\n- text: I'll always rock a crowd\n  start_ms: 29080\n  end_ms: 30880\n- text: So (um) peace to my area, N.W.K.\n  start_ms: 30880\n  end_ms: 32610\n- text: which is scarier\n  start_ms: 32610\n  end_ms: 33530\n- text: so if your on the deals,\n  start_ms: 33530\n  end_ms: 34480\n- text: who cares, the more the merrier\n  start_ms: 34480\n  end_ms: 36360\n- text: Now right off South Orange\n  start_ms: 36360\n  end_ms: 37260\n- text: on the block of one-nine\n  start_ms: 37260\n  end_ms: 39010\n- text: of course, thirteenth ave\n  start_ms: 39010\n  end_ms: 39940\n- text: is my stomping grounds\n  start_ms: 39940\n  end_ms: 41720\n- text: I open up my chest\n  start_ms: 41720\n  end_ms: 42670\n- text: and to my 'hood give my heart\n  start_ms: 42670\n  end_ms: 43510\n- text: '''cause without the heart'\n  start_ms: 43510\n  end_ms: 44450\n- text: then your 'hood falls apart\n  start_ms: 44450\n  end_ms: 46380\n- text: So respect to the cement\n  start_ms: 46380\n  end_ms: 47230\n- text: the park called \"the Corner\"\n  start_ms: 47230\n  end_ms: 49090\n- text: '''cause that''s where the DOITALL TWO was performing'\n  start_ms: 49090\n  end_ms: 51750\n- text: Runnin' from the cops\n  start_ms: 51750\n  end_ms: 52660\n- text: I couldn't be stopped\n  start_ms: 52660\n  end_ms: 54410\n- text: '''cause i was jumpin'' big gates that connected the blocks'\n  start_ms: 54410\n  end_ms: 56280\n- text: Now before making records\n  start_ms: 56280\n  end_ms: 58070\n- text: the 'hood was my savior\n  start_ms: 58070\n  end_ms: 58990\n- text: but now I'm making tunes to make you jam wit 'cha neighbor...\n  start_ms: 58990\n  end_ms: 61610\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 61610\n  end_ms: 64300\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  start_ms: 64300\n  end_ms: 68020\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 68020\n  end_ms: 69890\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  start_ms: 69890\n  end_ms: 72560\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 72560\n  end_ms: 75220\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n  start_ms: 75220\n  end_ms: 78030\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 78030\n  end_ms: 79850\n- text: (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  start_ms: 79850\n  end_ms: 82500\n- text: '[MR. 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FUNKYMAN]'\n  start_ms: 176800\n  end_ms: 177780\n- text: .I remember way back in the days on my block\n  start_ms: 177780\n  end_ms: 179540\n- text: when the kids used to meet up in the hallway and rock\n  start_ms: 179540\n  end_ms: 182290\n- text: on Martin Luther King's boulevard\n  start_ms: 182290\n  end_ms: 184030\n- text: with P.C., WISE, EASY ED, and my brother HARD BERNARD\n  start_ms: 184030\n  end_ms: 187680\n- text: used to hit the ill rhymes from the head\n  start_ms: 187680\n  end_ms: 189410\n- text: while I'd hit the beat on the wall until my hands turned red\n  start_ms: 189410\n  end_ms: 192160\n- text: You had the SHORTY TWO M.C.'S,\n  start_ms: 192160\n  end_ms: 194850\n- text: THE EDUCATED THREE,\n  start_ms: 194850\n  end_ms: 195760\n- text: I have to give them props for helping me be me\n  start_ms: 195760\n  end_ms: 197520\n- text: Now I'm the one who's educated\n  start_ms: 197520\n  end_ms: 199350\n- text: I suffered but I made it\n  start_ms: 199350\n  end_ms: 201230\n- text: I only write rhymes that will be appreciated\n  start_ms: 201230\n  end_ms: 202020\n- text: No matter how large I get\n  start_ms: 202020\n  end_ms: 203940\n- text: the fire still burns\n  start_ms: 203940\n  end_ms: 204800\n- text: '''Cause from the ''hood I came'\n  start_ms: 204800\n  end_ms: 207500\n- text: and to the 'hood I must return...\n  start_ms: 207500\n  end_ms: 209310\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 209310\n  end_ms: 211120\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  start_ms: 211120\n  end_ms: 214730\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 214730\n  end_ms: 216590\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  start_ms: 216590\n  end_ms: 219280\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 219280\n  end_ms: 221970\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n  start_ms: 221970\n  end_ms: 224650\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 224650\n  end_ms: 227300\n- text: (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  start_ms: 227300\n  end_ms: 229130\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 229130\nplain: |-\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  [DOITALL:]\n\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  we're those same (um) brothers that brought you \"Chief Rock\"\n  Now, um, underground's my style\n  to this I have vows\n  and I swear to my god\n  I'll always rock a crowd\n  So (um) peace to my area, N.W.K.\n  which is scarier\n  so if your on the deals,\n  who cares, the more the merrier\n  Now right off South Orange\n  on the block of one-nine\n  of course, thirteenth ave\n  is my stomping grounds\n  I open up my chest\n  and to my 'hood give my heart\n  'cause without the heart\n  then your 'hood falls apart\n  So respect to the cement\n  the park called \"the Corner\"\n  'cause that's where the DOITALL TWO was performing\n  Runnin' from the cops\n  I couldn't be stopped\n  'cause i was jumpin' big gates that connected the blocks\n  Now before making records\n  the 'hood was my savior\n  but now I'm making tunes to make you jam wit 'cha neighbor...\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  [MR. FUNKYMAN]\n  Well, I be the funk-ular\n  ultra-funk-ular\n  gamma-funk-ular\n  Half you rappers out there couldn't see me with binoculars\n  Anyone who thinks he'll take me out is just a dreamer\n  If you think you're the bomb, then I'm Hiroshima\n  When I die,\n  I hope they're making records up in heaven\n  On a scale of one to ten,\n  I'm like 100-5th-11\n  and sticks-and-stones-may-break-my-bones\n  but if you ever try to dis the Lords, then it's on\n  I go on beat...\n  off beat...\n  then jump right back on time\n  I drop another rhyme\n  and talk about your fat ugly mama (EEWWW!)\n  M.C.'s cannot rock me\n  I'm stone-proof\n  Me grabbin' the mic\n  is like Superman running to a phone booth\n  Straight from Martin Luther King Boulevard\n  In the heart of Newark, New Jersey,\n  make you say \"Lord have mercy\"\n  If you step up in my face\n  then it's do or die\n  and I'M GONNA MAKE YOU CRY! (waaahhhhh!)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  [DOITALL:]\n\n  Well, times have changed\n  not only for the urban\n  but also for suburban\n  We get props, we're deservin'\n  From black kids, to white kids\n  I see them bob their heads,\n  from the blond hair, to redhead\n  I even seen a dread\n  So now it doesn't matter\n  as the clock winds down\n  with the tic and the toc\n  because they love the sound\n  But people 'round your area\n  say you sell out\n  because you sell a million copies\n  and your tour goes BAAAAOOWW!\n  So do it for yourself,\n  and do it for the 'hood,\n  but do it from the heart,\n  'cause that's when it's good\n  Now tell me what's gonna happen\n  after the rappin'\n  when the clock ticks away\n  and ain't nothin' happenin'...\n  [MR. FUNKYMAN]\n  .I remember way back in the days on my block\n  when the kids used to meet up in the hallway and rock\n  on Martin Luther King's boulevard\n  with P.C., WISE, EASY ED, and my brother HARD BERNARD\n  used to hit the ill rhymes from the head\n  while I'd hit the beat on the wall until my hands turned red\n  You had the SHORTY TWO M.C.'S,\n  THE EDUCATED THREE,\n  I have to give them props for helping me be me\n  Now I'm the one who's educated\n  I suffered but I made it\n  I only write rhymes that will be appreciated\n  No matter how large I get\n  the fire still burns\n  'Cause from the 'hood I came\n  and to the 'hood I must return...\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n"},{"id":35153888,"name":"Tic Toc","trackName":"Tic Toc","artistName":"Lords Of The Underground","albumName":"Classic Hip-Hop","duration":237.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Tic toc, this is how we rock\nthrow your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nthrow your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\n(Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[DOITALL:]\n\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nwe're those same (um) brothers that brought you \"Chief Rock\"\nNow, um, underground's my style\nto this I have vows\nand I swear to my god\nI'll always rock a crowd\nSo (um) peace to my area, N.W.K.\nwhich is scarier\nso if your on the deals,\nwho cares, the more the merrier\nNow right off South Orange\non the block of one-nine\nof course, thirteenth ave\nis my stomping grounds\nI open up my chest\nand to my 'hood give my heart\n'cause without the heart\nthen your 'hood falls apart\nSo respect to the cement\nthe park called \"the Corner\"\n'cause that's where the DOITALL TWO was performing\nRunnin' from the cops\nI couldn't be stopped\n'cause i was jumpin' big gates that connected the blocks\nNow before making records\nthe 'hood was my savior\nbut now I'm making tunes to make you jam wit 'cha neighbor...\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\n(Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[MR. FUNKYMAN]\nWell, I be the funk-ular\nultra-funk-ular\ngamma-funk-ular\nHalf you rappers out there couldn't see me with binoculars\nAnyone who thinks he'll take me out is just a dreamer\nIf you think you're the bomb, then I'm Hiroshima\nWhen I die,\nI hope they're making records up in heaven\nOn a scale of one to ten,\nI'm like 100-5th-11\nand sticks-and-stones-may-break-my-bones\nbut if you ever try to dis the Lords, then it's on\nI go on beat...\noff beat...\nthen jump right back on time\nI drop another rhyme\nand talk about your fat ugly mama (EEWWW!)\nM.C.'s cannot rock me\nI'm stone-proof\nMe grabbin' the mic\nis like Superman running to a phone booth\nStraight from Martin Luther King Boulevard\nIn the heart of Newark, New Jersey,\nmake you say \"Lord have mercy\"\nIf you step up in my face\nthen it's do or die\nand I'M GONNA MAKE YOU CRY! (waaahhhhh!)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\n(Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[DOITALL:]\n\nWell, times have changed\nnot only for the urban\nbut also for suburban\nWe get props, we're deservin'\nFrom black kids, to white kids\nI see them bob their heads,\nfrom the blond hair, to redhead\nI even seen a dread\nSo now it doesn't matter\nas the clock winds down\nwith the tic and the toc\nbecause they love the sound\nBut people 'round your area\nsay you sell out\nbecause you sell a million copies\nand your tour goes BAAAAOOWW!\nSo do it for yourself,\nand do it for the 'hood,\nbut do it from the heart,\n'cause that's when it's good\nNow tell me what's gonna happen\nafter the rappin'\nwhen the clock ticks away\nand ain't nothin' happenin'...\n[MR. FUNKYMAN]\n.I remember way back in the days on my block\nwhen the kids used to meet up in the hallway and rock\non Martin Luther King's boulevard\nwith P.C., WISE, EASY ED, and my brother HARD BERNARD\nused to hit the ill rhymes from the head\nwhile I'd hit the beat on the wall until my hands turned red\nYou had the SHORTY TWO M.C.'S,\nTHE EDUCATED THREE,\nI have to give them props for helping me be me\nNow I'm the one who's educated\nI suffered but I made it\nI only write rhymes that will be appreciated\nNo matter how large I get\nthe fire still burns\n'Cause from the 'hood I came\nand to the 'hood I must return...\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\nThrow your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\nTic toc, this is how we rock\n(Tic toc, you don't stop...)","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.43] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:07.21] throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[00:09.98] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:12.62] throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[00:15.43] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:17.23] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[00:19.98] [DOITALL:]\n[00:20.85] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[00:22.69] we're those same (um) brothers that brought you \"Chief Rock\"\n[00:25.34] Now, um, underground's my style\n[00:27.29] to this I have vows\n[00:28.17] and I swear to my god\n[00:29.08] I'll always rock a crowd\n[00:30.88] So (um) peace to my area, N.W.K.\n[00:32.61] which is scarier\n[00:33.53] so if your on the deals,\n[00:34.48] who cares, the more the merrier\n[00:36.36] Now right off South Orange\n[00:37.26] on the block of one-nine\n[00:39.01] of course, thirteenth ave\n[00:39.94] is my stomping grounds\n[00:41.72] I open up my chest\n[00:42.67] and to my 'hood give my heart\n[00:43.51] 'cause without the heart\n[00:44.45] then your 'hood falls apart\n[00:46.38] So respect to the cement\n[00:47.23] the park called \"the Corner\"\n[00:49.09] 'cause that's where the DOITALL TWO was performing\n[00:51.75] Runnin' from the cops\n[00:52.66] I couldn't be stopped\n[00:54.41] 'cause i was jumpin' big gates that connected the blocks\n[00:56.28] Now before making records\n[00:58.07] the 'hood was my savior\n[00:58.99] but now I'm making tunes to make you jam wit 'cha neighbor...\n[01:01.61] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:04.30] Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[01:08.02] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:09.89] Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[01:12.56] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:15.22] Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n[01:18.03] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[01:19.85] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[01:22.50] [MR. FUNKYMAN]\n[01:23.41] Well, I be the funk-ular\n[01:24.34] ultra-funk-ular\n[01:25.20] gamma-funk-ular\n[01:26.14] Half you rappers out there couldn't see me with binoculars\n[01:28.02] Anyone who thinks he'll take me out is just a dreamer\n[01:30.77] If you think you're the bomb, then I'm Hiroshima\n[01:33.41] When I die,\n[01:34.33] I hope they're making records up in heaven\n[01:36.12] On a scale of one to ten,\n[01:37.03] I'm like 100-5th-11\n[01:38.91] and sticks-and-stones-may-break-my-bones\n[01:40.74] but if you ever try to dis the Lords, then it's on\n[01:43.48] I go on beat...\n[01:45.20] off beat...\n[01:46.18] then jump right back on time\n[01:47.08] I drop another rhyme\n[01:47.95] and talk about your fat ugly mama (EEWWW!)\n[01:49.84] M.C.'s cannot rock me\n[01:50.79] I'm stone-proof\n[01:51.64] Me grabbin' the mic\n[01:52.51] is like Superman running to a phone booth\n[01:54.39] Straight from Martin Luther King Boulevard\n[01:57.05] In the heart of Newark, New Jersey,\n[01:58.82] make you say \"Lord have mercy\"\n[01:59.72] If you step up in my face\n[02:00.64] then it's do or die\n[02:02.48] and I'M GONNA MAKE YOU CRY! (waaahhhhh!)\n[02:05.14] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[02:06.08] Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[02:10.64] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[02:12.45] Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[02:15.19] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[02:17.90] Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n[02:20.65] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[02:23.34] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[02:25.12] [DOITALL:]\n[02:26.03] Well, times have changed\n[02:26.97] not only for the urban\n[02:28.75] but also for suburban\n[02:29.65] We get props, we're deservin'\n[02:31.41] From black kids, to white kids\n[02:32.36] I see them bob their heads,\n[02:33.20] from the blond hair, to redhead\n[02:35.09] I even seen a dread\n[02:35.96] So now it doesn't matter\n[02:37.88] as the clock winds down\n[02:38.68] with the tic and the toc\n[02:39.62] because they love the sound\n[02:41.42] But people 'round your area\n[02:42.37] say you sell out\n[02:44.16] because you sell a million copies\n[02:45.04] and your tour goes BAAAAOOWW!\n[02:46.86] So do it for yourself,\n[02:48.61] and do it for the 'hood,\n[02:49.56] but do it from the heart,\n[02:50.48] 'cause that's when it's good\n[02:52.26] Now tell me what's gonna happen\n[02:53.15] after the rappin'\n[02:54.03] when the clock ticks away\n[02:55.94] and ain't nothin' happenin'...\n[02:56.80] [MR. FUNKYMAN]\n[02:57.78] .I remember way back in the days on my block\n[02:59.54] when the kids used to meet up in the hallway and rock\n[03:02.29] on Martin Luther King's boulevard\n[03:04.03] with P.C., WISE, EASY ED, and my brother HARD BERNARD\n[03:07.68] used to hit the ill rhymes from the head\n[03:09.41] while I'd hit the beat on the wall until my hands turned red\n[03:12.16] You had the SHORTY TWO M.C.'S,\n[03:14.85] THE EDUCATED THREE,\n[03:15.76] I have to give them props for helping me be me\n[03:17.52] Now I'm the one who's educated\n[03:19.35] I suffered but I made it\n[03:21.23] I only write rhymes that will be appreciated\n[03:22.02] No matter how large I get\n[03:23.94] the fire still burns\n[03:24.80] 'Cause from the 'hood I came\n[03:27.50] and to the 'hood I must return...\n[03:29.31] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:31.12] Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n[03:34.73] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:36.59] Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n[03:39.28] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:41.97] Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n[03:44.65] Tic toc, this is how we rock\n[03:47.30] (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n[03:49.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tic Toc\n  artist: Lords Of The Underground\n  album: Classic Hip-Hop\n  duration_ms: 237000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 5430\n  end_ms: 7210\n- text: throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  start_ms: 7210\n  end_ms: 9980\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 9980\n  end_ms: 12620\n- text: throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  start_ms: 12620\n  end_ms: 15430\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 15430\n  end_ms: 17230\n- text: (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  start_ms: 17230\n  end_ms: 19980\n- text: '[DOITALL:]'\n  start_ms: 19980\n  end_ms: 20850\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 20850\n  end_ms: 22690\n- text: we're those same (um) brothers that brought you \"Chief Rock\"\n  start_ms: 22690\n  end_ms: 25340\n- text: Now, um, underground's my style\n  start_ms: 25340\n  end_ms: 27290\n- text: to this I have vows\n  start_ms: 27290\n  end_ms: 28170\n- text: and I swear to my god\n  start_ms: 28170\n  end_ms: 29080\n- text: I'll always rock a crowd\n  start_ms: 29080\n  end_ms: 30880\n- text: So (um) peace to my area, N.W.K.\n  start_ms: 30880\n  end_ms: 32610\n- text: which is scarier\n  start_ms: 32610\n  end_ms: 33530\n- text: so if your on the deals,\n  start_ms: 33530\n  end_ms: 34480\n- text: who cares, the more the merrier\n  start_ms: 34480\n  end_ms: 36360\n- text: Now right off South Orange\n  start_ms: 36360\n  end_ms: 37260\n- text: on the block of one-nine\n  start_ms: 37260\n  end_ms: 39010\n- text: of course, thirteenth ave\n  start_ms: 39010\n  end_ms: 39940\n- text: is my stomping grounds\n  start_ms: 39940\n  end_ms: 41720\n- text: I open up my chest\n  start_ms: 41720\n  end_ms: 42670\n- text: and to my 'hood give my heart\n  start_ms: 42670\n  end_ms: 43510\n- text: '''cause without the heart'\n  start_ms: 43510\n  end_ms: 44450\n- text: then your 'hood falls apart\n  start_ms: 44450\n  end_ms: 46380\n- text: So respect to the cement\n  start_ms: 46380\n  end_ms: 47230\n- text: the park called \"the Corner\"\n  start_ms: 47230\n  end_ms: 49090\n- text: '''cause that''s where the DOITALL TWO was performing'\n  start_ms: 49090\n  end_ms: 51750\n- text: Runnin' from the cops\n  start_ms: 51750\n  end_ms: 52660\n- text: I couldn't be stopped\n  start_ms: 52660\n  end_ms: 54410\n- text: '''cause i was jumpin'' big gates that connected the blocks'\n  start_ms: 54410\n  end_ms: 56280\n- text: Now before making records\n  start_ms: 56280\n  end_ms: 58070\n- text: the 'hood was my savior\n  start_ms: 58070\n  end_ms: 58990\n- text: but now I'm making tunes to make you jam wit 'cha neighbor...\n  start_ms: 58990\n  end_ms: 61610\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 61610\n  end_ms: 64300\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  start_ms: 64300\n  end_ms: 68020\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 68020\n  end_ms: 69890\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  start_ms: 69890\n  end_ms: 72560\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 72560\n  end_ms: 75220\n- text: Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n  start_ms: 75220\n  end_ms: 78030\n- text: Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  start_ms: 78030\n  end_ms: 79850\n- text: (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  start_ms: 79850\n  end_ms: 82500\n- text: '[MR. 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FUNKYMAN]\n  Well, I be the funk-ular\n  ultra-funk-ular\n  gamma-funk-ular\n  Half you rappers out there couldn't see me with binoculars\n  Anyone who thinks he'll take me out is just a dreamer\n  If you think you're the bomb, then I'm Hiroshima\n  When I die,\n  I hope they're making records up in heaven\n  On a scale of one to ten,\n  I'm like 100-5th-11\n  and sticks-and-stones-may-break-my-bones\n  but if you ever try to dis the Lords, then it's on\n  I go on beat...\n  off beat...\n  then jump right back on time\n  I drop another rhyme\n  and talk about your fat ugly mama (EEWWW!)\n  M.C.'s cannot rock me\n  I'm stone-proof\n  Me grabbin' the mic\n  is like Superman running to a phone booth\n  Straight from Martin Luther King Boulevard\n  In the heart of Newark, New Jersey,\n  make you say \"Lord have mercy\"\n  If you step up in my face\n  then it's do or die\n  and I'M GONNA MAKE YOU CRY! (waaahhhhh!)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n  [DOITALL:]\n\n  Well, times have changed\n  not only for the urban\n  but also for suburban\n  We get props, we're deservin'\n  From black kids, to white kids\n  I see them bob their heads,\n  from the blond hair, to redhead\n  I even seen a dread\n  So now it doesn't matter\n  as the clock winds down\n  with the tic and the toc\n  because they love the sound\n  But people 'round your area\n  say you sell out\n  because you sell a million copies\n  and your tour goes BAAAAOOWW!\n  So do it for yourself,\n  and do it for the 'hood,\n  but do it from the heart,\n  'cause that's when it's good\n  Now tell me what's gonna happen\n  after the rappin'\n  when the clock ticks away\n  and ain't nothin' happenin'...\n  [MR. FUNKYMAN]\n  .I remember way back in the days on my block\n  when the kids used to meet up in the hallway and rock\n  on Martin Luther King's boulevard\n  with P.C., WISE, EASY ED, and my brother HARD BERNARD\n  used to hit the ill rhymes from the head\n  while I'd hit the beat on the wall until my hands turned red\n  You had the SHORTY TWO M.C.'S,\n  THE EDUCATED THREE,\n  I have to give them props for helping me be me\n  Now I'm the one who's educated\n  I suffered but I made it\n  I only write rhymes that will be appreciated\n  No matter how large I get\n  the fire still burns\n  'Cause from the 'hood I came\n  and to the 'hood I must return...\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)\n  Tic toc, this is how we rock\n  (Tic toc, you don't stop...)\n"}]