[{"id":25240409,"name":"Make Room For The Dub. B.U.","trackName":"Make Room For The Dub. B.U.","artistName":"Low Profile","albumName":"We're In This Thing Together","duration":227.113917,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Young man went out and made a name for himself)\n(1-2-3-4 - hit it)\n\nDope, not complicated but educated\nThis here's contiminated\nThis ain't another record from a sucker duck crew, but\nMy name is Dub and Aladdin's on the cut\nWith another dope jam and a brand new style\nBut definitely pertainin to wack rhyme reciters\nYou're just a new jack punk, professional, mind of biter\nI'm on a journey knockin out punk sissies\nNah - hell, I'm about to get busy\nTake this microphone, plug it up and then I say, \"Check 1\"\nWho be the next dummy tryin to get some?\nSon, this ain't a circus, my name ain't Bozo\nI diss suckers and I hate Olde Gold\nI'm like a victim, rollin on Daytons, watchin my back\nAnd keep strapped, so I can aim at a pack\nYo, this one's a funny one, I take a look around\nAll these wanna-be Dubs in the L.A. town\nWho try to roll like me, talk like me, even try to act like me\nIt doesn't do you no good to tryin to bite me\nFriend, you mighta seen me at a show or two\nOpenin up, a new artist just payin my dues\nBut now I finally got a chance to break through\nYo, move back, punk, and make room for the (W)\n\nI noticed lately at the hip-hop shows\nA lotta rappers on stage got the crowd sayin \"ho\"\nAnd the girlies say \"aw\" in between in rhymes\nSong after song, yo, line after line\n\"Say ho\" played out with bell-bottoms and afros\nWhat's the matter, you're scared to come original?\nNowadays the whole rap scene is outrageous\nAmateurs, wanna-be's steppin on stages\nSuckers know I'm comin and I'm steadily creepin\nHere come my manager, \"Dub, they keep sleepin\"\nThat's the violation of the capital L-zero-w P-r-o\nOh no, here we go\nWith another one of those crazy styles\nStraight from the W of Low Profile\nI got a catalogue of rhymes and lines for you and your crew\nYo, move back, punk, and make room for the (W)\n\nIt's understandable you don't know who I am\nYou never heard of me, you really couldn't give a damn\nIf I came with the funkiest lyrics in the world\nYo, to gain respect, do I gotta wear a jherri curl?\nChange my name to MC Soul-Glo?\nNo, I don't think so, I'm down with Low Pro\nFeaturing DJ Aladdin\nOr better yet the turntable assassin\nWith another dope tune, a funky groove to make you move\nSee, it's better when it's smooth\nA new jack, no, don't compare me to him\nI ain't new to this, rappin is a lifetime\nStill I require?\nThat brother WC, y'all, he ain't no joke\nLike a criminal braced and shackled down like a slave\nWatch the rudy-poo new jack punks get payed\nSuckers flappin at the mouth, but they ain't droppin knowledge\nSounds you're outta Cal State Watts College\nThe bass of my vocal tone drops like a cannonball\nWho got beef, we can go some, y'all\nWe can battle till sundown, now do you wanna nut up, punk?\nIt don't matter, I'ma chew you one up\nLike a barbeque rib I send your weak crew home\nAnd when I'm finished chewin on em I'ma throw you the bone\nYou want peace, the best thing to do\nIs just move back, punk, and make room for the (W)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Make Room For The Dub. B.U.\n  artist: Low Profile\n  album: We're In This Thing Together\n  duration_ms: 227114\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Young man went out and made a name for himself)\n  (1-2-3-4 - hit it)\n\n  Dope, not complicated but educated\n  This here's contiminated\n  This ain't another record from a sucker duck crew, but\n  My name is Dub and Aladdin's on the cut\n  With another dope jam and a brand new style\n  But definitely pertainin to wack rhyme reciters\n  You're just a new jack punk, professional, mind of biter\n  I'm on a journey knockin out punk sissies\n  Nah - hell, I'm about to get busy\n  Take this microphone, plug it up and then I say, \"Check 1\"\n  Who be the next dummy tryin to get some?\n  Son, this ain't a circus, my name ain't Bozo\n  I diss suckers and I hate Olde Gold\n  I'm like a victim, rollin on Daytons, watchin my back\n  And keep strapped, so I can aim at a pack\n  Yo, this one's a funny one, I take a look around\n  All these wanna-be Dubs in the L.A. town\n  Who try to roll like me, talk like me, even try to act like me\n  It doesn't do you no good to tryin to bite me\n  Friend, you mighta seen me at a show or two\n  Openin up, a new artist just payin my dues\n  But now I finally got a chance to break through\n  Yo, move back, punk, and make room for the (W)\n\n  I noticed lately at the hip-hop shows\n  A lotta rappers on stage got the crowd sayin \"ho\"\n  And the girlies say \"aw\" in between in rhymes\n  Song after song, yo, line after line\n  \"Say ho\" played out with bell-bottoms and afros\n  What's the matter, you're scared to come original?\n  Nowadays the whole rap scene is outrageous\n  Amateurs, wanna-be's steppin on stages\n  Suckers know I'm comin and I'm steadily creepin\n  Here come my manager, \"Dub, they keep sleepin\"\n  That's the violation of the capital L-zero-w P-r-o\n  Oh no, here we go\n  With another one of those crazy styles\n  Straight from the W of Low Profile\n  I got a catalogue of rhymes and lines for you and your crew\n  Yo, move back, punk, and make room for the (W)\n\n  It's understandable you don't know who I am\n  You never heard of me, you really couldn't give a damn\n  If I came with the funkiest lyrics in the world\n  Yo, to gain respect, do I gotta wear a jherri curl?\n  Change my name to MC Soul-Glo?\n  No, I don't think so, I'm down with Low Pro\n  Featuring DJ Aladdin\n  Or better yet the turntable assassin\n  With another dope tune, a funky groove to make you move\n  See, it's better when it's smooth\n  A new jack, no, don't compare me to him\n  I ain't new to this, rappin is a lifetime\n  Still I require?\n  That brother WC, y'all, he ain't no joke\n  Like a criminal braced and shackled down like a slave\n  Watch the rudy-poo new jack punks get payed\n  Suckers flappin at the mouth, but they ain't droppin knowledge\n  Sounds you're outta Cal State Watts College\n  The bass of my vocal tone drops like a cannonball\n  Who got beef, we can go some, y'all\n  We can battle till sundown, now do you wanna nut up, punk?\n  It don't matter, I'ma chew you one up\n  Like a barbeque rib I send your weak crew home\n  And when I'm finished chewin on em I'ma throw you the bone\n  You want peace, the best thing to do\n  Is just move back, punk, and make room for the (W)\n"},{"id":10548649,"name":"Make Room for the Dub.B.U.","trackName":"Make Room for the Dub.B.U.","artistName":"Low Profile","albumName":"We're in This Together","duration":227.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Young man went out and made a name for himself)\n(1-2-3-4 - hit it)\n\nDope, not complicated but educated\nThis here's contiminated\nThis ain't another record from a sucker duck crew, but\nMy name is Dub and Aladdin's on the cut\nWith another dope jam and a brand new style\nBut definitely pertainin to wack rhyme reciters\nYou're just a new jack punk, professional, mind of biter\nI'm on a journey knockin out punk sissies\nNah - hell, I'm about to get busy\nTake this microphone, plug it up and then I say, \"Check 1\"\nWho be the next dummy tryin to get some?\nSon, this ain't a circus, my name ain't Bozo\nI diss suckers and I hate Olde Gold\nI'm like a victim, rollin on Daytons, watchin my back\nAnd keep strapped, so I can aim at a pack\nYo, this one's a funny one, I take a look around\nAll these wanna-be Dubs in the L.A. town\nWho try to roll like me, talk like me, even try to act like me\nIt doesn't do you no good to tryin to bite me\nFriend, you mighta seen me at a show or two\nOpenin up, a new artist just payin my dues\nBut now I finally got a chance to break through\nYo, move back, punk, and make room for the (W)\n\nI noticed lately at the hip-hop shows\nA lotta rappers on stage got the crowd sayin \"ho\"\nAnd the girlies say \"aw\" in between in rhymes\nSong after song, yo, line after line\n\"Say ho\" played out with bell-bottoms and afros\nWhat's the matter, you're scared to come original?\nNowadays the whole rap scene is outrageous\nAmateurs, wanna-be's steppin on stages\nSuckers know I'm comin and I'm steadily creepin\nHere come my manager, \"Dub, they keep sleepin\"\nThat's the violation of the capital L-zero-w P-r-o\nOh no, here we go\nWith another one of those crazy styles\nStraight from the W of Low Profile\nI got a catalogue of rhymes and lines for you and your crew\nYo, move back, punk, and make room for the (W)\n\nIt's understandable you don't know who I am\nYou never heard of me, you really couldn't give a damn\nIf I came with the funkiest lyrics in the world\nYo, to gain respect, do I gotta wear a jherri curl?\nChange my name to MC Soul-Glo?\nNo, I don't think so, I'm down with Low Pro\nFeaturing DJ Aladdin\nOr better yet the turntable assassin\nWith another dope tune, a funky groove to make you move\nSee, it's better when it's smooth\nA new jack, no, don't compare me to him\nI ain't new to this, rappin is a lifetime\nStill I require?\nThat brother WC, y'all, he ain't no joke\nLike a criminal braced and shackled down like a slave\nWatch the rudy-poo new jack punks get payed\nSuckers flappin at the mouth, but they ain't droppin knowledge\nSounds you're outta Cal State Watts College\nThe bass of my vocal tone drops like a cannonball\nWho got beef, we can go some, y'all\nWe can battle till sundown, now do you wanna nut up, punk?\nIt don't matter, I'ma chew you one up\nLike a barbeque rib I send your weak crew home\nAnd when I'm finished chewin on em I'ma throw you the bone\nYou want peace, the best thing to do\nIs just move back, punk, and make room for the (W)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Make Room for the Dub.B.U.\n  artist: Low Profile\n  album: We're in This Together\n  duration_ms: 227000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Young man went out and made a name for himself)\n  (1-2-3-4 - hit it)\n\n  Dope, not complicated but educated\n  This here's contiminated\n  This ain't another record from a sucker duck crew, but\n  My name is Dub and Aladdin's on the cut\n  With another dope jam and a brand new style\n  But definitely pertainin to wack rhyme reciters\n  You're just a new jack punk, professional, mind of biter\n  I'm on a journey knockin out punk sissies\n  Nah - hell, I'm about to get busy\n  Take this microphone, plug it up and then I say, \"Check 1\"\n  Who be the next dummy tryin to get some?\n  Son, this ain't a circus, my name ain't Bozo\n  I diss suckers and I hate Olde Gold\n  I'm like a victim, rollin on Daytons, watchin my back\n  And keep strapped, so I can aim at a pack\n  Yo, this one's a funny one, I take a look around\n  All these wanna-be Dubs in the L.A. town\n  Who try to roll like me, talk like me, even try to act like me\n  It doesn't do you no good to tryin to bite me\n  Friend, you mighta seen me at a show or two\n  Openin up, a new artist just payin my dues\n  But now I finally got a chance to break through\n  Yo, move back, punk, and make room for the (W)\n\n  I noticed lately at the hip-hop shows\n  A lotta rappers on stage got the crowd sayin \"ho\"\n  And the girlies say \"aw\" in between in rhymes\n  Song after song, yo, line after line\n  \"Say ho\" played out with bell-bottoms and afros\n  What's the matter, you're scared to come original?\n  Nowadays the whole rap scene is outrageous\n  Amateurs, wanna-be's steppin on stages\n  Suckers know I'm comin and I'm steadily creepin\n  Here come my manager, \"Dub, they keep sleepin\"\n  That's the violation of the capital L-zero-w P-r-o\n  Oh no, here we go\n  With another one of those crazy styles\n  Straight from the W of Low Profile\n  I got a catalogue of rhymes and lines for you and your crew\n  Yo, move back, punk, and make room for the (W)\n\n  It's understandable you don't know who I am\n  You never heard of me, you really couldn't give a damn\n  If I came with the funkiest lyrics in the world\n  Yo, to gain respect, do I gotta wear a jherri curl?\n  Change my name to MC Soul-Glo?\n  No, I don't think so, I'm down with Low Pro\n  Featuring DJ Aladdin\n  Or better yet the turntable assassin\n  With another dope tune, a funky groove to make you move\n  See, it's better when it's smooth\n  A new jack, no, don't compare me to him\n  I ain't new to this, rappin is a lifetime\n  Still I require?\n  That brother WC, y'all, he ain't no joke\n  Like a criminal braced and shackled down like a slave\n  Watch the rudy-poo new jack punks get payed\n  Suckers flappin at the mouth, but they ain't droppin knowledge\n  Sounds you're outta Cal State Watts College\n  The bass of my vocal tone drops like a cannonball\n  Who got beef, we can go some, y'all\n  We can battle till sundown, now do you wanna nut up, punk?\n  It don't matter, I'ma chew you one up\n  Like a barbeque rib I send your weak crew home\n  And when I'm finished chewin on em I'ma throw you the bone\n  You want peace, the best thing to do\n  Is just move back, punk, and make room for the (W)\n"}]