[{"id":18896226,"name":"The Rebel","trackName":"The Rebel","artistName":"Marley Marl","albumName":"In Control, Volume 1","duration":229.96,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Tragedy)\n\nI'm here to bust your shit\nThe mastermind of manuscripts\nThe force of extremity\nMy rhymes are the remedy\nYou can't deal with the T-r-a-g\nRap? flowin like the Pegasus\nRhymin is as easily as the obvious\nI bust your head pulsating rotating\nThis jam is generating with the motion I'm creating\nI'm the boy wonder, Tragic super duper\nRaised in the, cause I'm a Queensbridge trooper\nThe rebel of the treble, the ebony prince\n'88 is on the way, I make a big difference\nI make it visual and intellectually clear\n(Tragedy) the Rebel is here\n\nBecause I master great kicks turnin flesh to dust\nAnd knockin all boots is a definite must\nCause I'm havoc, Trag, Tragedy tragic\nThere are many ways to explain my magic\nThe explanatory category best fits me\nCause my lyrics are called sweet poetry\nAnd I'm sick of b-boys just hippin and hoppin it\nI have you sayin, \"Damn boy, shorty be droppin it\"\nBack in the '60s to know is to know it\nAnd I'm the last remaining of the world's last poets\nTalkologist, infinity from when I begin\nAnd to disapprove the Trag is a mortal sin\nDiabolical gangster, hoodlum and genius\nI write poetry when I find it convenient\nSnap a stage in half like a polo bear\n(Your Tragedy) the Rebel is here\n\nI drop words you won't find in a dictionary\nI write rhymes to improve my vocabulary\nDrama, Art, English education\nAnd I'm the man, I design the animation\nMentally and with jock control\nThe equalizer rises up on your FM mode\nAnd which I use with telepath\nAnd it's (Tragedy) who's on your phonograph\nI confuse your conscience, and boggle your brain\nYou may think that I'm sick, but I'm perfectly sane\nI design my rhymes with architectural construction\nBut that's another story, a different function\nYou see, it's mandatory to embold fear\n(Tragedy) the Rebel is here\n\nThe rap automatical, the rhymatical\nForget ill, I get illmatical\nBiceps pulsating in my lungs\nQueensbridge Projects is where I'm from\nWicked like a witch doin sorcery\nWith a book and a pen, and my m-i-c\nThe outstanding ovation when things get drastic\nYou keep fantasizin while I'm fantastic\nBlack magic flowin smooth but strong\nAnd I'll have you rockin and shockin...\n\nSwing this episode to the Cormega Posse\nMy man from Uptown\nJoe the Boss down with the Mutant Posse\nTo my right-hand MC\nTo Big Daddy Kane\nMy man Nut and Cool\nDown with the Supreme Team in Jamaica\nCan't forget the 40 Busters\nMy man Darryl gettin paid on the dime","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Rebel\n  artist: Marley Marl\n  album: In Control, Volume 1\n  duration_ms: 229960\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Tragedy)\n\n  I'm here to bust your shit\n  The mastermind of manuscripts\n  The force of extremity\n  My rhymes are the remedy\n  You can't deal with the T-r-a-g\n  Rap? flowin like the Pegasus\n  Rhymin is as easily as the obvious\n  I bust your head pulsating rotating\n  This jam is generating with the motion I'm creating\n  I'm the boy wonder, Tragic super duper\n  Raised in the, cause I'm a Queensbridge trooper\n  The rebel of the treble, the ebony prince\n  '88 is on the way, I make a big difference\n  I make it visual and intellectually clear\n  (Tragedy) the Rebel is here\n\n  Because I master great kicks turnin flesh to dust\n  And knockin all boots is a definite must\n  Cause I'm havoc, Trag, Tragedy tragic\n  There are many ways to explain my magic\n  The explanatory category best fits me\n  Cause my lyrics are called sweet poetry\n  And I'm sick of b-boys just hippin and hoppin it\n  I have you sayin, \"Damn boy, shorty be droppin it\"\n  Back in the '60s to know is to know it\n  And I'm the last remaining of the world's last poets\n  Talkologist, infinity from when I begin\n  And to disapprove the Trag is a mortal sin\n  Diabolical gangster, hoodlum and genius\n  I write poetry when I find it convenient\n  Snap a stage in half like a polo bear\n  (Your Tragedy) the Rebel is here\n\n  I drop words you won't find in a dictionary\n  I write rhymes to improve my vocabulary\n  Drama, Art, English education\n  And I'm the man, I design the animation\n  Mentally and with jock control\n  The equalizer rises up on your FM mode\n  And which I use with telepath\n  And it's (Tragedy) who's on your phonograph\n  I confuse your conscience, and boggle your brain\n  You may think that I'm sick, but I'm perfectly sane\n  I design my rhymes with architectural construction\n  But that's another story, a different function\n  You see, it's mandatory to embold fear\n  (Tragedy) the Rebel is here\n\n  The rap automatical, the rhymatical\n  Forget ill, I get illmatical\n  Biceps pulsating in my lungs\n  Queensbridge Projects is where I'm from\n  Wicked like a witch doin sorcery\n  With a book and a pen, and my m-i-c\n  The outstanding ovation when things get drastic\n  You keep fantasizin while I'm fantastic\n  Black magic flowin smooth but strong\n  And I'll have you rockin and shockin...\n\n  Swing this episode to the Cormega Posse\n  My man from Uptown\n  Joe the Boss down with the Mutant Posse\n  To my right-hand MC\n  To Big Daddy Kane\n  My man Nut and Cool\n  Down with the Supreme Team in Jamaica\n  Can't forget the 40 Busters\n  My man Darryl gettin paid on the dime\n"},{"id":19251021,"name":"The Rebel","trackName":"The Rebel","artistName":"Marley Marl","albumName":"In Control, Volume 1 (Special Edition)","duration":226.56,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Tragedy)\n\nI'm here to bust your shit\nThe mastermind of manuscripts\nThe force of extremity\nMy rhymes are the remedy\nYou can't deal with the T-r-a-g\nRap? flowin like the Pegasus\nRhymin is as easily as the obvious\nI bust your head pulsating rotating\nThis jam is generating with the motion I'm creating\nI'm the boy wonder, Tragic super duper\nRaised in the, cause I'm a Queensbridge trooper\nThe rebel of the treble, the ebony prince\n'88 is on the way, I make a big difference\nI make it visual and intellectually clear\n(Tragedy) the Rebel is here\n\nBecause I master great kicks turnin flesh to dust\nAnd knockin all boots is a definite must\nCause I'm havoc, Trag, Tragedy tragic\nThere are many ways to explain my magic\nThe explanatory category best fits me\nCause my lyrics are called sweet poetry\nAnd I'm sick of b-boys just hippin and hoppin it\nI have you sayin, \"Damn boy, shorty be droppin it\"\nBack in the '60s to know is to know it\nAnd I'm the last remaining of the world's last poets\nTalkologist, infinity from when I begin\nAnd to disapprove the Trag is a mortal sin\nDiabolical gangster, hoodlum and genius\nI write poetry when I find it convenient\nSnap a stage in half like a polo bear\n(Your Tragedy) the Rebel is here\n\nI drop words you won't find in a dictionary\nI write rhymes to improve my vocabulary\nDrama, Art, English education\nAnd I'm the man, I design the animation\nMentally and with jock control\nThe equalizer rises up on your FM mode\nAnd which I use with telepath\nAnd it's (Tragedy) who's on your phonograph\nI confuse your conscience, and boggle your brain\nYou may think that I'm sick, but I'm perfectly sane\nI design my rhymes with architectural construction\nBut that's another story, a different function\nYou see, it's mandatory to embold fear\n(Tragedy) the Rebel is here\n\nThe rap automatical, the rhymatical\nForget ill, I get illmatical\nBiceps pulsating in my lungs\nQueensbridge Projects is where I'm from\nWicked like a witch doin sorcery\nWith a book and a pen, and my m-i-c\nThe outstanding ovation when things get drastic\nYou keep fantasizin while I'm fantastic\nBlack magic flowin smooth but strong\nAnd I'll have you rockin and shockin...\n\nSwing this episode to the Cormega Posse\nMy man from Uptown\nJoe the Boss down with the Mutant Posse\nTo my right-hand MC\nTo Big Daddy Kane\nMy man Nut and Cool\nDown with the Supreme Team in Jamaica\nCan't forget the 40 Busters\nMy man Darryl gettin paid on the dime","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Rebel\n  artist: Marley Marl\n  album: In Control, Volume 1 (Special Edition)\n  duration_ms: 226560\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Tragedy)\n\n  I'm here to bust your shit\n  The mastermind of manuscripts\n  The force of extremity\n  My rhymes are the remedy\n  You can't deal with the T-r-a-g\n  Rap? 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flowin like the Pegasus\nRhymin is as easily as the obvious\nI bust your head pulsating rotating\nThis jam is generating with the motion I'm creating\nI'm the boy wonder, Tragic super duper\nRaised in the, cause I'm a Queensbridge trooper\nThe rebel of the treble, the ebony prince\n'88 is on the way, I make a big difference\nI make it visual and intellectually clear\n(Tragedy) the Rebel is here\n\nBecause I master great kicks turnin flesh to dust\nAnd knockin all boots is a definite must\nCause I'm havoc, Trag, Tragedy tragic\nThere are many ways to explain my magic\nThe explanatory category best fits me\nCause my lyrics are called sweet poetry\nAnd I'm sick of b-boys just hippin and hoppin it\nI have you sayin, \"Damn boy, shorty be droppin it\"\nBack in the '60s to know is to know it\nAnd I'm the last remaining of the world's last poets\nTalkologist, infinity from when I begin\nAnd to disapprove the Trag is a mortal sin\nDiabolical gangster, hoodlum and genius\nI write poetry when I find it convenient\nSnap a stage in half like a polo bear\n(Your Tragedy) the Rebel is here\n\nI drop words you won't find in a dictionary\nI write rhymes to improve my vocabulary\nDrama, Art, English education\nAnd I'm the man, I design the animation\nMentally and with jock control\nThe equalizer rises up on your FM mode\nAnd which I use with telepath\nAnd it's (Tragedy) who's on your phonograph\nI confuse your conscience, and boggle your brain\nYou may think that I'm sick, but I'm perfectly sane\nI design my rhymes with architectural construction\nBut that's another story, a different function\nYou see, it's mandatory to embold fear\n(Tragedy) the Rebel is here\n\nThe rap automatical, the rhymatical\nForget ill, I get illmatical\nBiceps pulsating in my lungs\nQueensbridge Projects is where I'm from\nWicked like a witch doin sorcery\nWith a book and a pen, and my m-i-c\nThe outstanding ovation when things get drastic\nYou keep fantasizin while I'm fantastic\nBlack magic flowin smooth but strong\nAnd I'll have you rockin and shockin...\n\nSwing this episode to the Cormega Posse\nMy man from Uptown\nJoe the Boss down with the Mutant Posse\nTo my right-hand MC\nTo Big Daddy Kane\nMy man Nut and Cool\nDown with the Supreme Team in Jamaica\nCan't forget the 40 Busters\nMy man Darryl gettin paid on the dime","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Rebel\n  artist: Marley Marl\n  album: In Control Volume 1\n  duration_ms: 224000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Tragedy)\n\n  I'm here to bust your shit\n  The mastermind of manuscripts\n  The force of extremity\n  My rhymes are the remedy\n  You can't deal with the T-r-a-g\n  Rap? 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flowin like the Pegasus\n  Rhymin is as easily as the obvious\n  I bust your head pulsating rotating\n  This jam is generating with the motion I'm creating\n  I'm the boy wonder, Tragic super duper\n  Raised in the, cause I'm a Queensbridge trooper\n  The rebel of the treble, the ebony prince\n  '88 is on the way, I make a big difference\n  I make it visual and intellectually clear\n  (Tragedy) the Rebel is here\n\n  Because I master great kicks turnin flesh to dust\n  And knockin all boots is a definite must\n  Cause I'm havoc, Trag, Tragedy tragic\n  There are many ways to explain my magic\n  The explanatory category best fits me\n  Cause my lyrics are called sweet poetry\n  And I'm sick of b-boys just hippin and hoppin it\n  I have you sayin, \"Damn boy, shorty be droppin it\"\n  Back in the '60s to know is to know it\n  And I'm the last remaining of the world's last poets\n  Talkologist, infinity from when I begin\n  And to disapprove the Trag is a mortal sin\n  Diabolical gangster, hoodlum and genius\n  I write poetry when I find it convenient\n  Snap a stage in half like a polo bear\n  (Your Tragedy) the Rebel is here\n\n  I drop words you won't find in a dictionary\n  I write rhymes to improve my vocabulary\n  Drama, Art, English education\n  And I'm the man, I design the animation\n  Mentally and with jock control\n  The equalizer rises up on your FM mode\n  And which I use with telepath\n  And it's (Tragedy) who's on your phonograph\n  I confuse your conscience, and boggle your brain\n  You may think that I'm sick, but I'm perfectly sane\n  I design my rhymes with architectural construction\n  But that's another story, a different function\n  You see, it's mandatory to embold fear\n  (Tragedy) the Rebel is here\n\n  The rap automatical, the rhymatical\n  Forget ill, I get illmatical\n  Biceps pulsating in my lungs\n  Queensbridge Projects is where I'm from\n  Wicked like a witch doin sorcery\n  With a book and a pen, and my m-i-c\n  The outstanding ovation when things get drastic\n  You keep fantasizin while I'm fantastic\n  Black magic flowin smooth but strong\n  And I'll have you rockin and shockin...\n\n  Swing this episode to the Cormega Posse\n  My man from Uptown\n  Joe the Boss down with the Mutant Posse\n  To my right-hand MC\n  To Big Daddy Kane\n  My man Nut and Cool\n  Down with the Supreme Team in Jamaica\n  Can't forget the 40 Busters\n  My man Darryl gettin paid on the dime\n"},{"id":37632353,"name":"The Rebel","trackName":"The Rebel","artistName":"Marley Marl","albumName":"In Control Volume I","duration":229.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Tragedy)\n\nI'm here to bust your shit\nThe mastermind of manuscripts\nThe force of extremity\nMy rhymes are the remedy\nYou can't deal with the T-r-a-g\nRap? 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