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(Yo, Treach)\nYoke the joker\n\nThere are too many overnight MC's but one\nAnd too many who haven't paid dues\nYou have now entered the frost of the Flavor Unit\nAnd we, Naughty By Nature, will get our just do\nBy terminating you\n\nI can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat\nTake that ass to the point you have to ask for your ass back\nA fuckin joker smoker, taunted by no one\nIf I was born in Chun Li's temple I would've turned out a shogun\nSmack the any-and-all talk, jokers I can't hawk\nAnd all that shit I hear about me losin is small talk\nI ain't a punk or slouch and furthermore, I don't scare chief\nThe reason I called you 'pussy' cos you are what you eat, each\nLick is a little closer to the centre of a Blow Pop\nDon't speak when I am talkin, this is my fuckin sho-op\nHow dare you even try me? Don't you know you'll be funky while\nHe's smilin backstage doin your mother, ugh, doggystyle?\nI'm wild, raw, a whore and still suave\nCheck out this style that I've\nSoul-simulated, sounds from a stocky\nSemi-social, never seem sloppy\nSee, silly slappin suckers, sorry saps and slouches\nStraps slam in style, smackin, this man's a savage\nLeast see so-so-songs and some shots, so\nSnatch seven samples, start slowly, go solo\nSet the cassette stereo, sounds diffin\nStrip the Sagittarius and marriage is a system\nSmoke the joker three times over\nAnd owe her\nGo with the flow or I'm about to yoke a joker\n\nAll that straight-faced shit like your heart had been through\nSmile and give your face somethin the fuck to do\nYou ugly, smugly, squiggly, dilly-wrinkled faced bastard\nSomeone needs to hit-and-run it and run your ass over backwards\nLet's giddy up, yep yep, another fuck up\nGrab your microphone, battle time, sure 'nough\nAny freestyle I see while I prowl\nI dial a new style, tell me 'bout ooh, child\nAnother victory, it's mystery\nI smoke your skull, your brain'll come blistery\nAll fuzzy, dirty, dizzy, does he\nGet the fix he needs? Remember how blistery?\nYou ain't ready for the Freddy of rap\nYou can't kill me, I step into your dreams, you feel me\nSlicin your life away, just like my mic today\nI eat you the psycho way, I'm rippin shit right away\nI treat you like a bitch in a ditch off of angel dust\nTake you to a roof, sure you can fly, just jump slut\nYou think you might say a rhyme, then someone might order like\nYou couldn't wet shit up in a motherfuckin water fight\nAll lockjaw, look at the props, y'all\nSo proud of, sure, suck my encores\nSwingin a bolo, your flow go solo\nI'ma smoke ya\nIt's time to yoke the joker\n\nThe only way you would be gettin dissed, jumped like a girlie\nIs if your father would've bothered to pull it out early\nYou ain't got a single drip drop, you're stripped of hip-hop\nIf I see ya disagree, you'll be gettin your shit dropped\nIt's extended version, the side you can't fuck with\nYou'll get the jimmy, MC, you're swift to kick the bucket\nI'm tired of Mr. Nice Guy, place your price high\nBet on a battle rhymer, tell my chances are sky high\nNever would you ever get the thrill to say, \"Yo, sweat\nY'know that kid Treach, I took him out, he was no threat\"\nBecause you know I'm better than that on my worst day\nDickin' competition's what I do in the worst way\nQuick to do a hit for ya, most likely I spoiled ya\nOr brought ya, ignored ya, then broadly floored ya\nThe proof is in the puddin, my collar ain't wooden\nIt takes more than an axe to tax, bless the children\nPhysically, facially, racially made to be\nCrazily paid, a G, what a fuckin way to be\nHot damn, I'm a man with a hand plan\nPimp smack that, then attract the new game plan\nEat your big beef, digest the rest, test\nShit, I was slept yet, then go to the next step\nThat's what I do, that's what I say, that's what I live\nThat's what I prove, that's what I move, that's what I give\nMakin other brothers wanna go home and write shit\nBite what I might get, then up and say, \"I quit\"\nMe gettin got? Oh, what a beautiful thought from you\nAin't it amazing want some paper plus a pen and tongue can do?\nYoke the joker","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.74] I'm telling you, I want this done quick, in and out\n[00:04.29] I want all that black market shit, everything\n[00:07.13] Grab all the tapes, all the cassettes\n[00:08.99] Who is it?\n[00:11.41] Where the shit? Everybody on the floor, nobody move\n[00:14.86] Where the shit? (Yo, Treach)\n[00:16.15] Yoke the joker\n[00:28.16] There are too many overnight MC's but one\n[00:31.42] And too many who haven't paid dues\n[00:34.05] You have now entered the frost of the Flavor Unit\n[00:37.73] And we, Naughty By Nature, will get our just do\n[00:40.82] By terminating you\n[00:43.14] I can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat\n[00:50.60] Take that ass to the point you have to ask for your ass back\n[00:53.00] A fuckin joker smoker, taunted by no one\n[00:55.21] If I was born in Chun Li's temple I would've turned out a shogun\n[00:57.92] Smack the any-and-all talk, jokers I can't hawk\n[01:00.53] And all that shit I hear about me losin is small talk\n[01:03.39] I ain't a punk or slouch and furthermore, I don't scare chief\n[01:05.88] The reason I called you 'pussy' cos you are what you eat, each\n[01:08.37] Lick is a little closer to the centre of a Blow Pop\n[01:10.75] Don't speak when I am talkin, this is my fuckin sho-op\n[01:13.31] How dare you even try me? Don't you know you'll be funky while\n[01:16.03] He's smilin backstage doin your mother, ugh, doggystyle?\n[01:19.04] I'm wild, raw, a whore and still suave\n[01:20.36] Check out this style that I've\n[01:23.69] Soul-simulated, sounds from a stocky\n[01:26.28] Semi-social, never seem sloppy\n[01:28.50] See, silly slappin suckers, sorry saps and slouches\n[01:30.29] Straps slam in style, smackin, this man's a savage\n[01:34.06] Least see so-so-songs and some shots, so\n[01:36.34] Snatch seven samples, start slowly, go solo\n[01:39.09] Set the cassette stereo, sounds diffin\n[01:41.49] Strip the Sagittarius and marriage is a system\n[01:44.13] Smoke the joker three times over\n[01:46.60] And owe her\n[01:47.76] Go with the flow or I'm about to yoke a joker\n[02:07.79] All that straight-faced shit like your heart had been through\n[02:12.07] Smile and give your face somethin the fuck to do\n[02:15.69] You ugly, smugly, squiggly, dilly-wrinkled faced bastard\n[02:17.04] Someone needs to hit-and-run it and run your ass over backwards\n[02:19.61] Let's giddy up, yep yep, another fuck up\n[02:21.31] Grab your microphone, battle time, sure 'nough\n[02:24.79] Any freestyle I see while I prowl\n[02:27.62] I dial a new style, tell me 'bout ooh, child\n[02:30.42] Another victory, it's mystery\n[02:32.70] I smoke your skull, your brain'll come blistery\n[02:35.23] All fuzzy, dirty, dizzy, does he\n[02:37.85] Get the fix he needs? Remember how blistery?\n[02:40.30] You ain't ready for the Freddy of rap\n[02:42.62] You can't kill me, I step into your dreams, you feel me\n[02:45.32] Slicin your life away, just like my mic today\n[02:47.85] I eat you the psycho way, I'm rippin shit right away\n[02:49.22] I treat you like a bitch in a ditch off of angel dust\n[02:52.66] Take you to a roof, sure you can fly, just jump slut\n[02:55.50] You think you might say a rhyme, then someone might order like\n[02:58.19] You couldn't wet shit up in a motherfuckin water fight\n[03:00.85] All lockjaw, look at the props, y'all\n[03:03.28] So proud of, sure, suck my encores\n[03:06.19] Swingin a bolo, your flow go solo\n[03:08.35] I'ma smoke ya\n[03:10.04] It's time to yoke the joker\n[03:20.84] The only way you would be gettin dissed, jumped like a girlie\n[03:23.44] Is if your father would've bothered to pull it out early\n[03:25.94] You ain't got a single drip drop, you're stripped of hip-hop\n[03:28.58] If I see ya disagree, you'll be gettin your shit dropped\n[03:31.34] It's extended version, the side you can't fuck with\n[03:33.61] You'll get the jimmy, MC, you're swift to kick the bucket\n[03:36.37] I'm tired of Mr. Nice Guy, place your price high\n[03:39.02] Bet on a battle rhymer, tell my chances are sky high\n[03:42.42] Never would you ever get the thrill to say, \"Yo, sweat\n[03:43.84] Y'know that kid Treach, I took him out, he was no threat\"\n[03:46.66] Because you know I'm better than that on my worst day\n[03:49.37] Dickin' competition's what I do in the worst way\n[03:51.59] Quick to do a hit for ya, most likely I spoiled ya\n[03:54.88] Or brought ya, ignored ya, then broadly floored ya\n[03:55.62] The proof is in the puddin, my collar ain't wooden\n[03:59.22] It takes more than an axe to tax, bless the children\n[04:02.08] Physically, facially, racially made to be\n[04:04.48] Crazily paid, a G, what a fuckin way to be\n[04:07.20] Hot damn, I'm a man with a hand plan\n[04:09.50] Pimp smack that, then attract the new game plan\n[04:12.76] Eat your big beef, digest the rest, test\n[04:14.73] Shit, I was slept yet, then go to the next step\n[04:17.26] That's what I do, that's what I say, that's what I live\n[04:20.53] That's what I prove, that's what I move, that's what I give\n[04:22.65] Makin other brothers wanna go home and write shit\n[04:24.96] Bite what I might get, then up and say, \"I quit\"\n[04:27.58] Me gettin got? 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(Yo, Treach)\n  Yoke the joker\n\n  There are too many overnight MC's but one\n  And too many who haven't paid dues\n  You have now entered the frost of the Flavor Unit\n  And we, Naughty By Nature, will get our just do\n  By terminating you\n\n  I can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat\n  Take that ass to the point you have to ask for your ass back\n  A fuckin joker smoker, taunted by no one\n  If I was born in Chun Li's temple I would've turned out a shogun\n  Smack the any-and-all talk, jokers I can't hawk\n  And all that shit I hear about me losin is small talk\n  I ain't a punk or slouch and furthermore, I don't scare chief\n  The reason I called you 'pussy' cos you are what you eat, each\n  Lick is a little closer to the centre of a Blow Pop\n  Don't speak when I am talkin, this is my fuckin sho-op\n  How dare you even try me? Don't you know you'll be funky while\n  He's smilin backstage doin your mother, ugh, doggystyle?\n  I'm wild, raw, a whore and still suave\n  Check out this style that I've\n  Soul-simulated, sounds from a stocky\n  Semi-social, never seem sloppy\n  See, silly slappin suckers, sorry saps and slouches\n  Straps slam in style, smackin, this man's a savage\n  Least see so-so-songs and some shots, so\n  Snatch seven samples, start slowly, go solo\n  Set the cassette stereo, sounds diffin\n  Strip the Sagittarius and marriage is a system\n  Smoke the joker three times over\n  And owe her\n  Go with the flow or I'm about to yoke a joker\n\n  All that straight-faced shit like your heart had been through\n  Smile and give your face somethin the fuck to do\n  You ugly, smugly, squiggly, dilly-wrinkled faced bastard\n  Someone needs to hit-and-run it and run your ass over backwards\n  Let's giddy up, yep yep, another fuck up\n  Grab your microphone, battle time, sure 'nough\n  Any freestyle I see while I prowl\n  I dial a new style, tell me 'bout ooh, child\n  Another victory, it's mystery\n  I smoke your skull, your brain'll come blistery\n  All fuzzy, dirty, dizzy, does he\n  Get the fix he needs? Remember how blistery?\n  You ain't ready for the Freddy of rap\n  You can't kill me, I step into your dreams, you feel me\n  Slicin your life away, just like my mic today\n  I eat you the psycho way, I'm rippin shit right away\n  I treat you like a bitch in a ditch off of angel dust\n  Take you to a roof, sure you can fly, just jump slut\n  You think you might say a rhyme, then someone might order like\n  You couldn't wet shit up in a motherfuckin water fight\n  All lockjaw, look at the props, y'all\n  So proud of, sure, suck my encores\n  Swingin a bolo, your flow go solo\n  I'ma smoke ya\n  It's time to yoke the joker\n\n  The only way you would be gettin dissed, jumped like a girlie\n  Is if your father would've bothered to pull it out early\n  You ain't got a single drip drop, you're stripped of hip-hop\n  If I see ya disagree, you'll be gettin your shit dropped\n  It's extended version, the side you can't fuck with\n  You'll get the jimmy, MC, you're swift to kick the bucket\n  I'm tired of Mr. Nice Guy, place your price high\n  Bet on a battle rhymer, tell my chances are sky high\n  Never would you ever get the thrill to say, \"Yo, sweat\n  Y'know that kid Treach, I took him out, he was no threat\"\n  Because you know I'm better than that on my worst day\n  Dickin' competition's what I do in the worst way\n  Quick to do a hit for ya, most likely I spoiled ya\n  Or brought ya, ignored ya, then broadly floored ya\n  The proof is in the puddin, my collar ain't wooden\n  It takes more than an axe to tax, bless the children\n  Physically, facially, racially made to be\n  Crazily paid, a G, what a fuckin way to be\n  Hot damn, I'm a man with a hand plan\n  Pimp smack that, then attract the new game plan\n  Eat your big beef, digest the rest, test\n  Shit, I was slept yet, then go to the next step\n  That's what I do, that's what I say, that's what I live\n  That's what I prove, that's what I move, that's what I give\n  Makin other brothers wanna go home and write shit\n  Bite what I might get, then up and say, \"I quit\"\n  Me gettin got? Oh, what a beautiful thought from you\n  Ain't it amazing want some paper plus a pen and tongue can do?\n  Yoke the joker\n"},{"id":3951120,"name":"Yoke the Joker","trackName":"Yoke the Joker","artistName":"Naughty By Nature","albumName":"Naughty By Nature","duration":314.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yoke the Joker!\n*Laughter*\n\nIntro: Treach\n\nThere are too many overnight MC's but one\nAnd too many wacked who haven't paid dues\nYou have now entered the path of the Flavor Unit\nAnd we are Naughty By Nature, and we will just do, by terminating you\n\nVerse 1: Treach\n\nI can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat\nTake that ass to the point you have to ask for your ass back\nA fuckin joker smoker, taunted by no one\nIf I was born in Chung Li's temple I would've turned out a shogun\nSmack the any-and-all talk, jokers I can't hawk\nAnd all that shit I hear about me losin is small talk\nI ain't a punk, I'll slot'cha, furthermore I don't scare chief\nThe reason I called you 'pussy' cos you are what you eat, each\nLook is a little closer to the centre of a blowpipe\nDon't speak when I am talkin, this is my fuckin sho-op\nHow dare you even try me? Don't you know you be funky, while\nYou're smilin backstage doin mother, ugh, doggystyle\nHot, wild, raw, whores' still suave\n*Laughter* Check out this style that I've\nSoul-simulated, sounds from a stocky\nSemi-social, never seem sloppy\nSee silly slappin suckers, sorry saps and slouchers\nStraps slammin stouch, mackin this mass is savvy\nWe see so-so-songs and some shots, so\nSnaps steppin separate, start slowly, go solo\nSet the cassette stereo, sounds diffin\nStood the Sagittarian, some marriage is a system\nSmoke the joker, three times over\nAnd owe her, go with the flow\nOr I'm about to yoke a joker\n\nVerse 2: Treach\n\nAll that straight faced shit like your heart had been thru\nSmile and give your face somethin the fuck to do\nYou're ugly, smugly, squiggly, dilly-wrinkled faced bastard\nSomeone needs to hit and run ya to run ya ass over backwards\nLet's giddy up, yep yep, another fuck up\nGrab your microphone, battle time shown up\nAny freestyle I see while I prowl\nI dial a new style, tell me about ooh-chow\nAnother victory, it's mystery\nI smoke your skull, your brain'll come blistery\nAll fuzzy, dirty, dizzy, does he\nGet the things he needs? Remember how blistery?\nYou ain't ready for the Freddy of rap\nYou can't kill me, I step into your dreams, you feel me\nSlicin your life away, just like I might today\nI eat you the psycho way, I'm rippin shit right away...\nI treat ya like a bitch in a ditch off of angel dust\nTake you to a?, sure you can fly, just jump slut\nYou think you might say a rhyme, then someone might order like\nYou couldn't wet shit up in a motherfuckin water fight\nAll luck y'all, look at the props y'all\nSo proud I'm sure, suck my encore's\nSwingin a bolo, your flow goes solo\nI'll smoke ya\nIt's time to yoke the joker\n\nVerse 3: Treach\n\nThe only way you would be gettin dis jump like a girlie\nIs if your father would've bothered to pull it out early\nYou ain't got a single drip drop, you're stripped of hip-hop\nIf I see ya disagreein, you'll be gettin your shit dropped\nIt's extended version, the side you can't fuck with\nYou'll get the jimmy MC, you're swift to kick the bucket\nI'm tired of Mr. Nice Guy, place your price high\nBet on a battle rhymer, tell my chances are sky high\nNever would you ever get the thriller, say y'all sweat\n\"Y'know that kid Treach, I took him out, he was no threat\"\nBecause you know I'm better than that on my worst day\nTakin competition's what I do in the worst way\nQuick to do a hit, for you most likely I spoiled ya\nI bored and ignored ya, then boringly floored ya\nThe proof is in the footin, my collar ain't wooden\nIt takes more than an axe to tax, bless the children\nPhysically, facially, racially made to be\nCrazily paid or G, what a fuckin way to be\nHot damn, I'm a man with a hand plan\nThis smack that then attract the new game plan\nEat your big beef, digest the rest, test\nShit, I was slept yet, then go to the next step\nThat's what I do, that's what I say, that's what I live\nThat's what I prove, that's what I move, that's what I give\nMakin other brothers wanna go home and write shit\nBite what I might get, then up and say \"I quit\"\nMe here, got, oh what a beautiful dawg\n>From you ain't in amazing, want some paper plus a pen and tongue will do\nYoke the joker!","syncedLyrics":"[00:16.37] Yoke the Joker!\n[00:18.61] *Laughter*\n[00:24.72] Intro: Treach\n[00:27.24] There are too many overnight MC's but one\n[00:32.64] And too many wacked who haven't paid dues\n[00:35.51] You have now entered the path of the Flavor Unit\n[00:38.35] And we are Naughty By Nature, and we will just do, by terminating you\n[00:42.28] Verse 1: Treach\n[00:44.57] \n[00:47.93] I can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat\n[00:50.86] Take that ass to the point you have to ask for your ass back\n[00:53.15] A fuckin joker smoker, taunted by no one\n[00:55.69] If I was born in Chung Li's temple I would've turned out a shogun\n[00:58.12] Smack the any-and-all talk, jokers I can't hawk\n[01:00.86] And all that shit I hear about me losin is small talk\n[01:03.37] I ain't a punk, I'll slot'cha, furthermore I don't scare chief\n[01:05.85] The reason I called you 'pussy' cos you are what you eat, each\n[01:08.66] Look is a little closer to the centre of a blowpipe\n[01:11.31] Don't speak when I am talkin, this is my fuckin sho-op\n[01:13.67] How dare you even try me? Don't you know you be funky, while\n[01:16.13] You're smilin backstage doin mother, ugh, doggystyle\n[01:19.00] Hot, wild, raw, whores' still suave\n[01:21.97] *Laughter* Check out this style that I've\n[01:24.45] Soul-simulated, sounds from a stocky\n[01:26.52] Semi-social, never seem sloppy\n[01:28.80] See silly slappin suckers, sorry saps and slouchers\n[01:31.35] Straps slammin stouch, mackin this mass is savvy\n[01:33.91] We see so-so-songs and some shots, so\n[01:36.67] Snaps steppin separate, start slowly, go solo\n[01:38.91] Set the cassette stereo, sounds diffin\n[01:41.66] Stood the Sagittarian, some marriage is a system\n[01:44.58] Smoke the joker, three times over\n[01:46.89] And owe her, go with the flow\n[01:49.17] Or I'm about to yoke a joker\n[01:51.00] Verse 2: Treach\n[01:54.55] \n[02:09.83] All that straight faced shit like your heart had been thru\n[02:12.71] Smile and give your face somethin the fuck to do\n[02:15.01] You're ugly, smugly, squiggly, dilly-wrinkled faced bastard\n[02:17.38] Someone needs to hit and run ya to run ya ass over backwards\n[02:20.00] Let's giddy up, yep yep, another fuck up\n[02:22.55] Grab your microphone, battle time shown up\n[02:25.05] Any freestyle I see while I prowl\n[02:27.85] I dial a new style, tell me about ooh-chow\n[02:30.55] Another victory, it's mystery\n[02:32.88] I smoke your skull, your brain'll come blistery\n[02:35.32] All fuzzy, dirty, dizzy, does he\n[02:38.02] Get the things he needs? Remember how blistery?\n[02:40.53] You ain't ready for the Freddy of rap\n[02:42.88] You can't kill me, I step into your dreams, you feel me\n[02:45.53] Slicin your life away, just like I might today\n[02:48.00] I eat you the psycho way, I'm rippin shit right away...\n[02:50.52] I treat ya like a bitch in a ditch off of angel dust\n[02:52.83] Take you to a?, sure you can fly, just jump slut\n[02:55.88] You think you might say a rhyme, then someone might order like\n[02:58.37] You couldn't wet shit up in a motherfuckin water fight\n[03:00.85] All luck y'all, look at the props y'all\n[03:03.59] So proud I'm sure, suck my encore's\n[03:06.03] Swingin a bolo, your flow goes solo\n[03:08.97] I'll smoke ya\n[03:10.26] It's time to yoke the joker\n[03:12.55] Verse 3: Treach\n[03:15.13] \n[03:21.33] The only way you would be gettin dis jump like a girlie\n[03:23.65] Is if your father would've bothered to pull it out early\n[03:26.04] You ain't got a single drip drop, you're stripped of hip-hop\n[03:28.70] If I see ya disagreein, you'll be gettin your shit dropped\n[03:31.36] It's extended version, the side you can't fuck with\n[03:33.87] You'll get the jimmy MC, you're swift to kick the bucket\n[03:36.31] I'm tired of Mr. Nice Guy, place your price high\n[03:39.18] Bet on a battle rhymer, tell my chances are sky high\n[03:41.45] Never would you ever get the thriller, say y'all sweat\n[03:44.21] \"Y'know that kid Treach, I took him out, he was no threat\"\n[03:46.73] Because you know I'm better than that on my worst day\n[03:49.21] Takin competition's what I do in the worst way\n[03:51.87] Quick to do a hit, for you most likely I spoiled ya\n[03:54.19] I bored and ignored ya, then boringly floored ya\n[03:56.89] The proof is in the footin, my collar ain't wooden\n[03:59.49] It takes more than an axe to tax, bless the children\n[04:01.92] Physically, facially, racially made to be\n[04:04.43] Crazily paid or G, what a fuckin way to be\n[04:07.28] Hot damn, I'm a man with a hand plan\n[04:09.75] This smack that then attract the new game plan\n[04:12.34] Eat your big beef, digest the rest, test\n[04:15.00] Shit, I was slept yet, then go to the next step\n[04:17.69] That's what I do, that's what I say, that's what I live\n[04:20.12] That's what I prove, that's what I move, that's what I give\n[04:22.49] Makin other brothers wanna go home and write shit\n[04:25.25] Bite what I might get, then up and say \"I quit\"\n[04:27.73] Me here, got, oh what a beautiful dawg\n[04:30.01] >From you ain't in amazing, want some paper plus a pen and tongue will do\n[04:34.62] Yoke the joker!\n[04:35.47] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Yoke the Joker\n  artist: Naughty By Nature\n  album: Naughty By Nature\n  duration_ms: 314000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yoke the Joker!\n  start_ms: 16370\n  end_ms: 18610\n- text: '*Laughter*'\n  start_ms: 18610\n  end_ms: 24720\n- text: 'Intro: Treach'\n  start_ms: 24720\n  end_ms: 27240\n- text: There are too many overnight MC's but one\n  start_ms: 27240\n  end_ms: 32640\n- text: And too many wacked who haven't paid dues\n  start_ms: 32640\n  end_ms: 35510\n- text: You have now entered the path of the Flavor Unit\n  start_ms: 35510\n  end_ms: 38350\n- text: And we are Naughty By Nature, and we will just do, by terminating you\n  start_ms: 38350\n  end_ms: 42280\n- text: 'Verse 1: Treach'\n  start_ms: 42280\n  end_ms: 44570\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 44570\n  end_ms: 47930\n- text: I can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat\n  start_ms: 47930\n  end_ms: 50860\n- text: Take that ass to the point you have to ask for your ass back\n  start_ms: 50860\n  end_ms: 53150\n- text: A fuckin joker smoker, taunted by no one\n  start_ms: 53150\n  end_ms: 55690\n- text: If I was born in Chung Li's temple I would've turned out a shogun\n  start_ms: 55690\n  end_ms: 58120\n- text: Smack the any-and-all talk, jokers I can't hawk\n  start_ms: 58120\n  end_ms: 60860\n- text: And all that shit I hear about me losin is small talk\n  start_ms: 60860\n  end_ms: 63370\n- text: I ain't a punk, I'll slot'cha, furthermore I don't scare chief\n  start_ms: 63370\n  end_ms: 65850\n- text: The reason I called you 'pussy' cos you are what you eat, each\n  start_ms: 65850\n  end_ms: 68660\n- text: Look is a little closer to the centre of a blowpipe\n  start_ms: 68660\n  end_ms: 71310\n- text: Don't speak when I am talkin, this is my fuckin sho-op\n  start_ms: 71310\n  end_ms: 73670\n- text: How dare you even try me? 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what you eat, each\n  Look is a little closer to the centre of a blowpipe\n  Don't speak when I am talkin, this is my fuckin sho-op\n  How dare you even try me? Don't you know you be funky, while\n  You're smilin backstage doin mother, ugh, doggystyle\n  Hot, wild, raw, whores' still suave\n  *Laughter* Check out this style that I've\n  Soul-simulated, sounds from a stocky\n  Semi-social, never seem sloppy\n  See silly slappin suckers, sorry saps and slouchers\n  Straps slammin stouch, mackin this mass is savvy\n  We see so-so-songs and some shots, so\n  Snaps steppin separate, start slowly, go solo\n  Set the cassette stereo, sounds diffin\n  Stood the Sagittarian, some marriage is a system\n  Smoke the joker, three times over\n  And owe her, go with the flow\n  Or I'm about to yoke a joker\n\n  Verse 2: Treach\n\n  All that straight faced shit like your heart had been thru\n  Smile and give your face somethin the fuck to do\n  You're ugly, smugly, squiggly, dilly-wrinkled faced bastard\n  Someone needs to hit and run ya to run ya ass over backwards\n  Let's giddy up, yep yep, another fuck up\n  Grab your microphone, battle time shown up\n  Any freestyle I see while I prowl\n  I dial a new style, tell me about ooh-chow\n  Another victory, it's mystery\n  I smoke your skull, your brain'll come blistery\n  All fuzzy, dirty, dizzy, does he\n  Get the things he needs? Remember how blistery?\n  You ain't ready for the Freddy of rap\n  You can't kill me, I step into your dreams, you feel me\n  Slicin your life away, just like I might today\n  I eat you the psycho way, I'm rippin shit right away...\n  I treat ya like a bitch in a ditch off of angel dust\n  Take you to a?, sure you can fly, just jump slut\n  You think you might say a rhyme, then someone might order like\n  You couldn't wet shit up in a motherfuckin water fight\n  All luck y'all, look at the props y'all\n  So proud I'm sure, suck my encore's\n  Swingin a bolo, your flow goes solo\n  I'll smoke ya\n  It's time to yoke the joker\n\n  Verse 3: Treach\n\n  The only way you would be gettin dis jump like a girlie\n  Is if your father would've bothered to pull it out early\n  You ain't got a single drip drop, you're stripped of hip-hop\n  If I see ya disagreein, you'll be gettin your shit dropped\n  It's extended version, the side you can't fuck with\n  You'll get the jimmy MC, you're swift to kick the bucket\n  I'm tired of Mr. Nice Guy, place your price high\n  Bet on a battle rhymer, tell my chances are sky high\n  Never would you ever get the thriller, say y'all sweat\n  \"Y'know that kid Treach, I took him out, he was no threat\"\n  Because you know I'm better than that on my worst day\n  Takin competition's what I do in the worst way\n  Quick to do a hit, for you most likely I spoiled ya\n  I bored and ignored ya, then boringly floored ya\n  The proof is in the footin, my collar ain't wooden\n  It takes more than an axe to tax, bless the children\n  Physically, facially, racially made to be\n  Crazily paid or G, what a fuckin way to be\n  Hot damn, I'm a man with a hand plan\n  This smack that then attract the new game plan\n  Eat your big beef, digest the rest, test\n  Shit, I was slept yet, then go to the next step\n  That's what I do, that's what I say, that's what I live\n  That's what I prove, that's what I move, that's what I give\n  Makin other brothers wanna go home and write shit\n  Bite what I might get, then up and say \"I quit\"\n  Me here, got, oh what a beautiful dawg\n  >From you ain't in amazing, want some paper plus a pen and tongue will do\n  Yoke the joker!\n"},{"id":19680549,"name":"Yoke the Joker","trackName":"Yoke the Joker","artistName":"Naughty by Nature","albumName":"Naughty by Nature","duration":307.733333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yoke the Joker!\n*Laughter*\n\nIntro: Treach\n\nThere are too many overnight MC's but one\nAnd too many wacked who haven't paid dues\nYou have now entered the path of the Flavor Unit\nAnd we are Naughty By Nature, and we will just do, by terminating you\n\nVerse 1: Treach\n\nI can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat\nTake that ass to the point you have to ask for your ass back\nA fuckin joker smoker, taunted by no one\nIf I was born in Chung Li's temple I would've turned out a shogun\nSmack the any-and-all talk, jokers I can't hawk\nAnd all that shit I hear about me losin is small talk\nI ain't a punk, I'll slot'cha, furthermore I don't scare chief\nThe reason I called you 'pussy' cos you are what you eat, each\nLook is a little closer to the centre of a blowpipe\nDon't speak when I am talkin, this is my fuckin sho-op\nHow dare you even try me? Don't you know you be funky, while\nYou're smilin backstage doin mother, ugh, doggystyle\nHot, wild, raw, whores' still suave\n*Laughter* Check out this style that I've\nSoul-simulated, sounds from a stocky\nSemi-social, never seem sloppy\nSee silly slappin suckers, sorry saps and slouchers\nStraps slammin stouch, mackin this mass is savvy\nWe see so-so-songs and some shots, so\nSnaps steppin separate, start slowly, go solo\nSet the cassette stereo, sounds diffin\nStood the Sagittarian, some marriage is a system\nSmoke the joker, three times over\nAnd owe her, go with the flow\nOr I'm about to yoke a joker\n\nVerse 2: Treach\n\nAll that straight faced shit like your heart had been thru\nSmile and give your face somethin the fuck to do\nYou're ugly, smugly, squiggly, dilly-wrinkled faced bastard\nSomeone needs to hit and run ya to run ya ass over backwards\nLet's giddy up, yep yep, another fuck up\nGrab your microphone, battle time shown up\nAny freestyle I see while I prowl\nI dial a new style, tell me about ooh-chow\nAnother victory, it's mystery\nI smoke your skull, your brain'll come blistery\nAll fuzzy, dirty, dizzy, does he\nGet the things he needs? Remember how blistery?\nYou ain't ready for the Freddy of rap\nYou can't kill me, I step into your dreams, you feel me\nSlicin your life away, just like I might today\nI eat you the psycho way, I'm rippin shit right away...\nI treat ya like a bitch in a ditch off of angel dust\nTake you to a?, sure you can fly, just jump slut\nYou think you might say a rhyme, then someone might order like\nYou couldn't wet shit up in a motherfuckin water fight\nAll luck y'all, look at the props y'all\nSo proud I'm sure, suck my encore's\nSwingin a bolo, your flow goes solo\nI'll smoke ya\nIt's time to yoke the joker\n\nVerse 3: Treach\n\nThe only way you would be gettin dis jump like a girlie\nIs if your father would've bothered to pull it out early\nYou ain't got a single drip drop, you're stripped of hip-hop\nIf I see ya disagreein, you'll be gettin your shit dropped\nIt's extended version, the side you can't fuck with\nYou'll get the jimmy MC, you're swift to kick the bucket\nI'm tired of Mr. Nice Guy, place your price high\nBet on a battle rhymer, tell my chances are sky high\nNever would you ever get the thriller, say y'all sweat\n\"Y'know that kid Treach, I took him out, he was no threat\"\nBecause you know I'm better than that on my worst day\nTakin competition's what I do in the worst way\nQuick to do a hit, for you most likely I spoiled ya\nI bored and ignored ya, then boringly floored ya\nThe proof is in the footin, my collar ain't wooden\nIt takes more than an axe to tax, bless the children\nPhysically, facially, racially made to be\nCrazily paid or G, what a fuckin way to be\nHot damn, I'm a man with a hand plan\nThis smack that then attract the new game plan\nEat your big beef, digest the rest, test\nShit, I was slept yet, then go to the next step\nThat's what I do, that's what I say, that's what I live\nThat's what I prove, that's what I move, that's what I give\nMakin other brothers wanna go home and write shit\nBite what I might get, then up and say \"I quit\"\nMe here, got, oh what a beautiful dawg\n>From you ain't in amazing, want some paper plus a pen and tongue will do\nYoke the joker!","syncedLyrics":"[00:16.37] Yoke the Joker!\n[00:18.61] *Laughter*\n[00:24.72] Intro: Treach\n[00:27.24] There are too many overnight MC's but one\n[00:32.64] And too many wacked who haven't paid dues\n[00:35.51] You have now entered the path of the Flavor Unit\n[00:38.35] And we are Naughty By Nature, and we will just do, by terminating you\n[00:42.28] Verse 1: Treach\n[00:44.57] \n[00:47.93] I can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat\n[00:50.86] Take that ass to the point you have to ask for your ass back\n[00:53.15] A fuckin joker smoker, taunted by no one\n[00:55.69] If I was born in Chung Li's temple I would've turned out a shogun\n[00:58.12] Smack the any-and-all talk, jokers I can't hawk\n[01:00.86] And all that shit I hear about me losin is small talk\n[01:03.37] I ain't a punk, I'll slot'cha, furthermore I don't scare chief\n[01:05.85] The reason I called you 'pussy' cos you are what you eat, each\n[01:08.66] Look is a little closer to the centre of a blowpipe\n[01:11.31] Don't speak when I am talkin, this is my fuckin sho-op\n[01:13.67] How dare you even try me? Don't you know you be funky, while\n[01:16.13] You're smilin backstage doin mother, ugh, doggystyle\n[01:19.00] Hot, wild, raw, whores' still suave\n[01:21.97] *Laughter* Check out this style that I've\n[01:24.45] Soul-simulated, sounds from a stocky\n[01:26.52] Semi-social, never seem sloppy\n[01:28.80] See silly slappin suckers, sorry saps and slouchers\n[01:31.35] Straps slammin stouch, mackin this mass is savvy\n[01:33.91] We see so-so-songs and some shots, so\n[01:36.67] Snaps steppin separate, start slowly, go solo\n[01:38.91] Set the cassette stereo, sounds diffin\n[01:41.66] Stood the Sagittarian, some marriage is a system\n[01:44.58] Smoke the joker, three times over\n[01:46.89] And owe her, go with the flow\n[01:49.17] Or I'm about to yoke a joker\n[01:51.00] Verse 2: Treach\n[01:54.55] \n[02:09.83] All that straight faced shit like your heart had been thru\n[02:12.71] Smile and give your face somethin the fuck to do\n[02:15.01] You're ugly, smugly, squiggly, dilly-wrinkled faced bastard\n[02:17.38] Someone needs to hit and run ya to run ya ass over backwards\n[02:20.00] Let's giddy up, yep yep, another fuck up\n[02:22.55] Grab your microphone, battle time shown up\n[02:25.05] Any freestyle I see while I prowl\n[02:27.85] I dial a new style, tell me about ooh-chow\n[02:30.55] Another victory, it's mystery\n[02:32.88] I smoke your skull, your brain'll come blistery\n[02:35.32] All fuzzy, dirty, dizzy, does he\n[02:38.02] Get the things he needs? 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267730\n  end_ms: 270010\n- text: '>From you ain''t in amazing, want some paper plus a pen and tongue will do'\n  start_ms: 270010\n  end_ms: 274620\n- text: Yoke the joker!\n  start_ms: 274620\n  end_ms: 275470\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 275470\nplain: |-\n  Yoke the Joker!\n  *Laughter*\n\n  Intro: Treach\n\n  There are too many overnight MC's but one\n  And too many wacked who haven't paid dues\n  You have now entered the path of the Flavor Unit\n  And we are Naughty By Nature, and we will just do, by terminating you\n\n  Verse 1: Treach\n\n  I can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat\n  Take that ass to the point you have to ask for your ass back\n  A fuckin joker smoker, taunted by no one\n  If I was born in Chung Li's temple I would've turned out a shogun\n  Smack the any-and-all talk, jokers I can't hawk\n  And all that shit I hear about me losin is small talk\n  I ain't a punk, I'll slot'cha, furthermore I don't scare chief\n  The reason I called you 'pussy' cos you are what you eat, each\n  Look is a little closer to the centre of a blowpipe\n  Don't speak when I am talkin, this is my fuckin sho-op\n  How dare you even try me? Don't you know you be funky, while\n  You're smilin backstage doin mother, ugh, doggystyle\n  Hot, wild, raw, whores' still suave\n  *Laughter* Check out this style that I've\n  Soul-simulated, sounds from a stocky\n  Semi-social, never seem sloppy\n  See silly slappin suckers, sorry saps and slouchers\n  Straps slammin stouch, mackin this mass is savvy\n  We see so-so-songs and some shots, so\n  Snaps steppin separate, start slowly, go solo\n  Set the cassette stereo, sounds diffin\n  Stood the Sagittarian, some marriage is a system\n  Smoke the joker, three times over\n  And owe her, go with the flow\n  Or I'm about to yoke a joker\n\n  Verse 2: Treach\n\n  All that straight faced shit like your heart had been thru\n  Smile and give your face somethin the fuck to do\n  You're ugly, smugly, squiggly, dilly-wrinkled faced bastard\n  Someone needs to hit and run ya to run ya ass over backwards\n  Let's giddy up, yep yep, another fuck up\n  Grab your microphone, battle time shown up\n  Any freestyle I see while I prowl\n  I dial a new style, tell me about ooh-chow\n  Another victory, it's mystery\n  I smoke your skull, your brain'll come blistery\n  All fuzzy, dirty, dizzy, does he\n  Get the things he needs? Remember how blistery?\n  You ain't ready for the Freddy of rap\n  You can't kill me, I step into your dreams, you feel me\n  Slicin your life away, just like I might today\n  I eat you the psycho way, I'm rippin shit right away...\n  I treat ya like a bitch in a ditch off of angel dust\n  Take you to a?, sure you can fly, just jump slut\n  You think you might say a rhyme, then someone might order like\n  You couldn't wet shit up in a motherfuckin water fight\n  All luck y'all, look at the props y'all\n  So proud I'm sure, suck my encore's\n  Swingin a bolo, your flow goes solo\n  I'll smoke ya\n  It's time to yoke the joker\n\n  Verse 3: Treach\n\n  The only way you would be gettin dis jump like a girlie\n  Is if your father would've bothered to pull it out early\n  You ain't got a single drip drop, you're stripped of hip-hop\n  If I see ya disagreein, you'll be gettin your shit dropped\n  It's extended version, the side you can't fuck with\n  You'll get the jimmy MC, you're swift to kick the bucket\n  I'm tired of Mr. Nice Guy, place your price high\n  Bet on a battle rhymer, tell my chances are sky high\n  Never would you ever get the thriller, say y'all sweat\n  \"Y'know that kid Treach, I took him out, he was no threat\"\n  Because you know I'm better than that on my worst day\n  Takin competition's what I do in the worst way\n  Quick to do a hit, for you most likely I spoiled ya\n  I bored and ignored ya, then boringly floored ya\n  The proof is in the footin, my collar ain't wooden\n  It takes more than an axe to tax, bless the children\n  Physically, facially, racially made to be\n  Crazily paid or G, what a fuckin way to be\n  Hot damn, I'm a man with a hand plan\n  This smack that then attract the new game plan\n  Eat your big beef, digest the rest, test\n  Shit, I was slept yet, then go to the next step\n  That's what I do, that's what I say, that's what I live\n  That's what I prove, that's what I move, that's what I give\n  Makin other brothers wanna go home and write shit\n  Bite what I might get, then up and say \"I quit\"\n  Me here, got, oh what a beautiful dawg\n  >From you ain't in amazing, want some paper plus a pen and tongue will do\n  Yoke the joker!\n"},{"id":33398621,"name":"Yoke The Joker","trackName":"Yoke The Joker","artistName":"Naughty By Nature","albumName":"Naughty By Nature","duration":292.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yoke the Joker!\n*Laughter*\n\nIntro: Treach\n\nThere are too many overnight MC's but one\nAnd too many wacked who haven't paid dues\nYou have now entered the path of the Flavor Unit\nAnd we are Naughty By Nature, and we will just do, by terminating you\n\nVerse 1: Treach\n\nI can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat\nTake that ass to the point you have to ask for your ass back\nA fuckin joker smoker, taunted by no one\nIf I was born in Chung Li's temple I would've turned out a shogun\nSmack the any-and-all talk, jokers I can't hawk\nAnd all that shit I hear about me losin is small talk\nI ain't a punk, I'll slot'cha, furthermore I don't scare chief\nThe reason I called you 'pussy' cos you are what you eat, each\nLook is a little closer to the centre of a blowpipe\nDon't speak when I am talkin, this is my fuckin sho-op\nHow dare you even try me? Don't you know you be funky, while\nYou're smilin backstage doin mother, ugh, doggystyle\nHot, wild, raw, whores' still suave\n*Laughter* Check out this style that I've\nSoul-simulated, sounds from a stocky\nSemi-social, never seem sloppy\nSee silly slappin suckers, sorry saps and slouchers\nStraps slammin stouch, mackin this mass is savvy\nWe see so-so-songs and some shots, so\nSnaps steppin separate, start slowly, go solo\nSet the cassette stereo, sounds diffin\nStood the Sagittarian, some marriage is a system\nSmoke the joker, three times over\nAnd owe her, go with the flow\nOr I'm about to yoke a joker\n\nVerse 2: Treach\n\nAll that straight faced shit like your heart had been thru\nSmile and give your face somethin the fuck to do\nYou're ugly, smugly, squiggly, dilly-wrinkled faced bastard\nSomeone needs to hit and run ya to run ya ass over backwards\nLet's giddy up, yep yep, another fuck up\nGrab your microphone, battle time shown up\nAny freestyle I see while I prowl\nI dial a new style, tell me about ooh-chow\nAnother victory, it's mystery\nI smoke your skull, your brain'll come blistery\nAll fuzzy, dirty, dizzy, does he\nGet the things he needs? Remember how blistery?\nYou ain't ready for the Freddy of rap\nYou can't kill me, I step into your dreams, you feel me\nSlicin your life away, just like I might today\nI eat you the psycho way, I'm rippin shit right away...\nI treat ya like a bitch in a ditch off of angel dust\nTake you to a?, sure you can fly, just jump slut\nYou think you might say a rhyme, then someone might order like\nYou couldn't wet shit up in a motherfuckin water fight\nAll luck y'all, look at the props y'all\nSo proud I'm sure, suck my encore's\nSwingin a bolo, your flow goes solo\nI'll smoke ya\nIt's time to yoke the joker\n\nVerse 3: Treach\n\nThe only way you would be gettin dis jump like a girlie\nIs if your father would've bothered to pull it out early\nYou ain't got a single drip drop, you're stripped of hip-hop\nIf I see ya disagreein, you'll be gettin your shit dropped\nIt's extended version, the side you can't fuck with\nYou'll get the jimmy MC, you're swift to kick the bucket\nI'm tired of Mr. Nice Guy, place your price high\nBet on a battle rhymer, tell my chances are sky high\nNever would you ever get the thriller, say y'all sweat\n\"Y'know that kid Treach, I took him out, he was no threat\"\nBecause you know I'm better than that on my worst day\nTakin competition's what I do in the worst way\nQuick to do a hit, for you most likely I spoiled ya\nI bored and ignored ya, then boringly floored ya\nThe proof is in the footin, my collar ain't wooden\nIt takes more than an axe to tax, bless the children\nPhysically, facially, racially made to be\nCrazily paid or G, what a fuckin way to be\nHot damn, I'm a man with a hand plan\nThis smack that then attract the new game plan\nEat your big beef, digest the rest, test\nShit, I was slept yet, then go to the next step\nThat's what I do, that's what I say, that's what I live\nThat's what I prove, that's what I move, that's what I give\nMakin other brothers wanna go home and write shit\nBite what I might get, then up and say \"I quit\"\nMe here, got, oh what a beautiful dawg\n>From you ain't in amazing, want some paper plus a pen and tongue will do\nYoke the joker!","syncedLyrics":"[00:16.37] Yoke the Joker!\n[00:18.61] *Laughter*\n[00:24.72] Intro: Treach\n[00:27.24] There are too many overnight MC's but one\n[00:32.64] And too many wacked who haven't paid dues\n[00:35.51] You have now entered the path of the Flavor Unit\n[00:38.35] And we are Naughty By Nature, and we will just do, by terminating you\n[00:42.28] Verse 1: Treach\n[00:44.57] \n[00:47.93] I can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat\n[00:50.86] Take that ass to the point you have to ask for your ass back\n[00:53.15] A fuckin joker smoker, taunted by no one\n[00:55.69] If I was born in Chung Li's temple I would've turned out a shogun\n[00:58.12] Smack the any-and-all talk, jokers I can't hawk\n[01:00.86] And all that shit I hear about me losin is small talk\n[01:03.37] I ain't a punk, I'll slot'cha, furthermore I don't scare chief\n[01:05.85] The reason I called you 'pussy' cos you are what you eat, each\n[01:08.66] Look is a little closer to the centre of a blowpipe\n[01:11.31] Don't speak when I am talkin, this is my fuckin sho-op\n[01:13.67] How dare you even try me? Don't you know you be funky, while\n[01:16.13] You're smilin backstage doin mother, ugh, doggystyle\n[01:19.00] Hot, wild, raw, whores' still suave\n[01:21.97] *Laughter* Check out this style that I've\n[01:24.45] Soul-simulated, sounds from a stocky\n[01:26.52] Semi-social, never seem sloppy\n[01:28.80] See silly slappin suckers, sorry saps and slouchers\n[01:31.35] Straps slammin stouch, mackin this mass is savvy\n[01:33.91] We see so-so-songs and some shots, so\n[01:36.67] Snaps steppin separate, start slowly, go solo\n[01:38.91] Set the cassette stereo, sounds diffin\n[01:41.66] Stood the Sagittarian, some marriage is a system\n[01:44.58] Smoke the joker, three times over\n[01:46.89] And owe her, go with the flow\n[01:49.17] Or I'm about to yoke a joker\n[01:51.00] Verse 2: Treach\n[01:54.55] \n[02:09.83] All that straight faced shit like your heart had been thru\n[02:12.71] Smile and give your face somethin the fuck to do\n[02:15.01] You're ugly, smugly, squiggly, dilly-wrinkled faced bastard\n[02:17.38] Someone needs to hit and run ya to run ya ass over backwards\n[02:20.00] Let's giddy up, yep yep, another fuck up\n[02:22.55] Grab your microphone, battle time shown up\n[02:25.05] Any freestyle I see while I prowl\n[02:27.85] I dial a new style, tell me about ooh-chow\n[02:30.55] Another victory, it's mystery\n[02:32.88] I smoke your skull, your brain'll come blistery\n[02:35.32] All fuzzy, dirty, dizzy, does he\n[02:38.02] Get the things he needs? Remember how blistery?\n[02:40.53] You ain't ready for the Freddy of rap\n[02:42.88] You can't kill me, I step into your dreams, you feel me\n[02:45.53] Slicin your life away, just like I might today\n[02:48.00] I eat you the psycho way, I'm rippin shit right away...\n[02:50.52] I treat ya like a bitch in a ditch off of angel dust\n[02:52.83] Take you to a?, sure you can fly, just jump slut\n[02:55.88] You think you might say a rhyme, then someone might order like\n[02:58.37] You couldn't wet shit up in a motherfuckin water fight\n[03:00.85] All luck y'all, look at the props y'all\n[03:03.59] So proud I'm sure, suck my encore's\n[03:06.03] Swingin a bolo, your flow goes solo\n[03:08.97] I'll smoke ya\n[03:10.26] It's time to yoke the joker\n[03:12.55] Verse 3: Treach\n[03:15.13] \n[03:21.33] The only way you would be gettin dis jump like a girlie\n[03:23.65] Is if your father would've bothered to pull it out early\n[03:26.04] You ain't got a single drip drop, you're stripped of hip-hop\n[03:28.70] If I see ya disagreein, you'll be gettin your shit dropped\n[03:31.36] It's extended version, the side you can't fuck with\n[03:33.87] You'll get the jimmy MC, you're swift to kick the bucket\n[03:36.31] I'm tired of Mr. Nice Guy, place your price high\n[03:39.18] Bet on a battle rhymer, tell my chances are sky high\n[03:41.45] Never would you ever get the thriller, say y'all sweat\n[03:44.21] \"Y'know that kid Treach, I took him out, he was no threat\"\n[03:46.73] Because you know I'm better than that on my worst day\n[03:49.21] Takin competition's what I do in the worst way\n[03:51.87] Quick to do a hit, for you most likely I spoiled ya\n[03:54.19] I bored and ignored ya, then boringly floored ya\n[03:56.89] The proof is in the footin, my collar ain't wooden\n[03:59.49] It takes more than an axe to tax, bless the children\n[04:01.92] Physically, facially, racially made to be\n[04:04.43] Crazily paid or G, what a fuckin way to be\n[04:07.28] Hot damn, I'm a man with a hand plan\n[04:09.75] This smack that then attract the new game plan\n[04:12.34] Eat your big beef, digest the rest, test\n[04:15.00] Shit, I was slept yet, then go to the next step\n[04:17.69] That's what I do, that's what I say, that's what I live\n[04:20.12] That's what I prove, that's what I move, that's what I give\n[04:22.49] Makin other brothers wanna go home and write shit\n[04:25.25] Bite what I might get, then up and say \"I quit\"\n[04:27.73] Me here, got, oh what a beautiful dawg\n[04:30.01] >From you ain't in amazing, want some paper plus a pen and tongue will do\n[04:34.62] Yoke the joker!\n[04:35.47] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Yoke The Joker\n  artist: Naughty By Nature\n  album: Naughty By Nature\n  duration_ms: 292000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yoke the Joker!\n  start_ms: 16370\n  end_ms: 18610\n- text: '*Laughter*'\n  start_ms: 18610\n  end_ms: 24720\n- text: 'Intro: Treach'\n  start_ms: 24720\n  end_ms: 27240\n- text: There are too many overnight MC's but one\n  start_ms: 27240\n  end_ms: 32640\n- text: And too many wacked who haven't paid dues\n  start_ms: 32640\n  end_ms: 35510\n- text: You have now entered the path of the Flavor Unit\n  start_ms: 35510\n  end_ms: 38350\n- text: And we are Naughty By Nature, and we will just do, by terminating you\n  start_ms: 38350\n  end_ms: 42280\n- text: 'Verse 1: Treach'\n  start_ms: 42280\n  end_ms: 44570\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 44570\n  end_ms: 47930\n- text: I can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat\n  start_ms: 47930\n  end_ms: 50860\n- text: Take that ass to the point you have to ask for your ass back\n  start_ms: 50860\n  end_ms: 53150\n- text: A fuckin joker smoker, taunted by no one\n  start_ms: 53150\n  end_ms: 55690\n- text: If I was born in Chung Li's temple I would've turned out a shogun\n  start_ms: 55690\n  end_ms: 58120\n- text: Smack the any-and-all talk, jokers I can't hawk\n  start_ms: 58120\n  end_ms: 60860\n- text: And all that shit I hear about me losin is small talk\n  start_ms: 60860\n  end_ms: 63370\n- text: I ain't a punk, I'll slot'cha, furthermore I don't scare chief\n  start_ms: 63370\n  end_ms: 65850\n- text: The reason I called you 'pussy' cos you are what you eat, each\n  start_ms: 65850\n  end_ms: 68660\n- text: Look is a little closer to the centre of a blowpipe\n  start_ms: 68660\n  end_ms: 71310\n- text: Don't speak when I am talkin, this is my fuckin sho-op\n  start_ms: 71310\n  end_ms: 73670\n- text: How dare you even try me? 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267730\n  end_ms: 270010\n- text: '>From you ain''t in amazing, want some paper plus a pen and tongue will do'\n  start_ms: 270010\n  end_ms: 274620\n- text: Yoke the joker!\n  start_ms: 274620\n  end_ms: 275470\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 275470\nplain: |-\n  Yoke the Joker!\n  *Laughter*\n\n  Intro: Treach\n\n  There are too many overnight MC's but one\n  And too many wacked who haven't paid dues\n  You have now entered the path of the Flavor Unit\n  And we are Naughty By Nature, and we will just do, by terminating you\n\n  Verse 1: Treach\n\n  I can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat\n  Take that ass to the point you have to ask for your ass back\n  A fuckin joker smoker, taunted by no one\n  If I was born in Chung Li's temple I would've turned out a shogun\n  Smack the any-and-all talk, jokers I can't hawk\n  And all that shit I hear about me losin is small talk\n  I ain't a punk, I'll slot'cha, furthermore I don't scare chief\n  The reason I called you 'pussy' cos you are what you eat, each\n  Look is a little closer to the centre of a blowpipe\n  Don't speak when I am talkin, this is my fuckin sho-op\n  How dare you even try me? Don't you know you be funky, while\n  You're smilin backstage doin mother, ugh, doggystyle\n  Hot, wild, raw, whores' still suave\n  *Laughter* Check out this style that I've\n  Soul-simulated, sounds from a stocky\n  Semi-social, never seem sloppy\n  See silly slappin suckers, sorry saps and slouchers\n  Straps slammin stouch, mackin this mass is savvy\n  We see so-so-songs and some shots, so\n  Snaps steppin separate, start slowly, go solo\n  Set the cassette stereo, sounds diffin\n  Stood the Sagittarian, some marriage is a system\n  Smoke the joker, three times over\n  And owe her, go with the flow\n  Or I'm about to yoke a joker\n\n  Verse 2: Treach\n\n  All that straight faced shit like your heart had been thru\n  Smile and give your face somethin the fuck to do\n  You're ugly, smugly, squiggly, dilly-wrinkled faced bastard\n  Someone needs to hit and run ya to run ya ass over backwards\n  Let's giddy up, yep yep, another fuck up\n  Grab your microphone, battle time shown up\n  Any freestyle I see while I prowl\n  I dial a new style, tell me about ooh-chow\n  Another victory, it's mystery\n  I smoke your skull, your brain'll come blistery\n  All fuzzy, dirty, dizzy, does he\n  Get the things he needs? Remember how blistery?\n  You ain't ready for the Freddy of rap\n  You can't kill me, I step into your dreams, you feel me\n  Slicin your life away, just like I might today\n  I eat you the psycho way, I'm rippin shit right away...\n  I treat ya like a bitch in a ditch off of angel dust\n  Take you to a?, sure you can fly, just jump slut\n  You think you might say a rhyme, then someone might order like\n  You couldn't wet shit up in a motherfuckin water fight\n  All luck y'all, look at the props y'all\n  So proud I'm sure, suck my encore's\n  Swingin a bolo, your flow goes solo\n  I'll smoke ya\n  It's time to yoke the joker\n\n  Verse 3: Treach\n\n  The only way you would be gettin dis jump like a girlie\n  Is if your father would've bothered to pull it out early\n  You ain't got a single drip drop, you're stripped of hip-hop\n  If I see ya disagreein, you'll be gettin your shit dropped\n  It's extended version, the side you can't fuck with\n  You'll get the jimmy MC, you're swift to kick the bucket\n  I'm tired of Mr. Nice Guy, place your price high\n  Bet on a battle rhymer, tell my chances are sky high\n  Never would you ever get the thriller, say y'all sweat\n  \"Y'know that kid Treach, I took him out, he was no threat\"\n  Because you know I'm better than that on my worst day\n  Takin competition's what I do in the worst way\n  Quick to do a hit, for you most likely I spoiled ya\n  I bored and ignored ya, then boringly floored ya\n  The proof is in the footin, my collar ain't wooden\n  It takes more than an axe to tax, bless the children\n  Physically, facially, racially made to be\n  Crazily paid or G, what a fuckin way to be\n  Hot damn, I'm a man with a hand plan\n  This smack that then attract the new game plan\n  Eat your big beef, digest the rest, test\n  Shit, I was slept yet, then go to the next step\n  That's what I do, that's what I say, that's what I live\n  That's what I prove, that's what I move, that's what I give\n  Makin other brothers wanna go home and write shit\n  Bite what I might get, then up and say \"I quit\"\n  Me here, got, oh what a beautiful dawg\n  >From you ain't in amazing, want some paper plus a pen and tongue will do\n  Yoke the joker!\n"},{"id":36451402,"name":"Yoke the Joker","trackName":"Yoke the Joker","artistName":"Naughty by Nature","albumName":"Naughty by Nature","duration":265.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yoke the Joker!\n*Laughter*\n\nIntro: Treach\n\nThere are too many overnight MC's but one\nAnd too many wacked who haven't paid dues\nYou have now entered the path of the Flavor Unit\nAnd we are Naughty By Nature, and we will just do, by terminating you\n\nVerse 1: Treach\n\nI can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat\nTake that ass to the point you have to ask for your ass back\nA fuckin joker smoker, taunted by no one\nIf I was born in Chung Li's temple I would've turned out a shogun\nSmack the any-and-all talk, jokers I can't hawk\nAnd all that shit I hear about me losin is small talk\nI ain't a punk, I'll slot'cha, furthermore I don't scare chief\nThe reason I called you 'pussy' cos you are what you eat, each\nLook is a little closer to the centre of a blowpipe\nDon't speak when I am talkin, this is my fuckin sho-op\nHow dare you even try me? Don't you know you be funky, while\nYou're smilin backstage doin mother, ugh, doggystyle\nHot, wild, raw, whores' still suave\n*Laughter* Check out this style that I've\nSoul-simulated, sounds from a stocky\nSemi-social, never seem sloppy\nSee silly slappin suckers, sorry saps and slouchers\nStraps slammin stouch, mackin this mass is savvy\nWe see so-so-songs and some shots, so\nSnaps steppin separate, start slowly, go solo\nSet the cassette stereo, sounds diffin\nStood the Sagittarian, some marriage is a system\nSmoke the joker, three times over\nAnd owe her, go with the flow\nOr I'm about to yoke a joker\n\nVerse 2: Treach\n\nAll that straight faced shit like your heart had been thru\nSmile and give your face somethin the fuck to do\nYou're ugly, smugly, squiggly, dilly-wrinkled faced bastard\nSomeone needs to hit and run ya to run ya ass over backwards\nLet's giddy up, yep yep, another fuck up\nGrab your microphone, battle time shown up\nAny freestyle I see while I prowl\nI dial a new style, tell me about ooh-chow\nAnother victory, it's mystery\nI smoke your skull, your brain'll come blistery\nAll fuzzy, dirty, dizzy, does he\nGet the things he needs? Remember how blistery?\nYou ain't ready for the Freddy of rap\nYou can't kill me, I step into your dreams, you feel me\nSlicin your life away, just like I might today\nI eat you the psycho way, I'm rippin shit right away...\nI treat ya like a bitch in a ditch off of angel dust\nTake you to a?, sure you can fly, just jump slut\nYou think you might say a rhyme, then someone might order like\nYou couldn't wet shit up in a motherfuckin water fight\nAll luck y'all, look at the props y'all\nSo proud I'm sure, suck my encore's\nSwingin a bolo, your flow goes solo\nI'll smoke ya\nIt's time to yoke the joker\n\nVerse 3: Treach\n\nThe only way you would be gettin dis jump like a girlie\nIs if your father would've bothered to pull it out early\nYou ain't got a single drip drop, you're stripped of hip-hop\nIf I see ya disagreein, you'll be gettin your shit dropped\nIt's extended version, the side you can't fuck with\nYou'll get the jimmy MC, you're swift to kick the bucket\nI'm tired of Mr. Nice Guy, place your price high\nBet on a battle rhymer, tell my chances are sky high\nNever would you ever get the thriller, say y'all sweat\n\"Y'know that kid Treach, I took him out, he was no threat\"\nBecause you know I'm better than that on my worst day\nTakin competition's what I do in the worst way\nQuick to do a hit, for you most likely I spoiled ya\nI bored and ignored ya, then boringly floored ya\nThe proof is in the footin, my collar ain't wooden\nIt takes more than an axe to tax, bless the children\nPhysically, facially, racially made to be\nCrazily paid or G, what a fuckin way to be\nHot damn, I'm a man with a hand plan\nThis smack that then attract the new game plan\nEat your big beef, digest the rest, test\nShit, I was slept yet, then go to the next step\nThat's what I do, that's what I say, that's what I live\nThat's what I prove, that's what I move, that's what I give\nMakin other brothers wanna go home and write shit\nBite what I might get, then up and say \"I quit\"\nMe here, got, oh what a beautiful dawg\n>From you ain't in amazing, want some paper plus a pen and tongue will do\nYoke the joker!","syncedLyrics":"[00:16.37] Yoke the Joker!\n[00:18.61] *Laughter*\n[00:24.72] Intro: Treach\n[00:27.24] There are too many overnight MC's but one\n[00:32.64] And too many wacked who haven't paid dues\n[00:35.51] You have now entered the path of the Flavor Unit\n[00:38.35] And we are Naughty By Nature, and we will just do, by terminating you\n[00:42.28] Verse 1: Treach\n[00:44.57] \n[00:47.93] I can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat\n[00:50.86] Take that ass to the point you have to ask for your ass back\n[00:53.15] A fuckin joker smoker, taunted by no one\n[00:55.69] If I was born in Chung Li's temple I would've turned out a shogun\n[00:58.12] Smack the any-and-all talk, jokers I can't hawk\n[01:00.86] And all that shit I hear about me losin is small talk\n[01:03.37] I ain't a punk, I'll slot'cha, furthermore I don't scare chief\n[01:05.85] The reason I called you 'pussy' cos you are what you eat, each\n[01:08.66] Look is a little closer to the centre of a blowpipe\n[01:11.31] Don't speak when I am talkin, this is my fuckin sho-op\n[01:13.67] How dare you even try me? 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Remember how blistery?\n[02:40.53] You ain't ready for the Freddy of rap\n[02:42.88] You can't kill me, I step into your dreams, you feel me\n[02:45.53] Slicin your life away, just like I might today\n[02:48.00] I eat you the psycho way, I'm rippin shit right away...\n[02:50.52] I treat ya like a bitch in a ditch off of angel dust\n[02:52.83] Take you to a?, sure you can fly, just jump slut\n[02:55.88] You think you might say a rhyme, then someone might order like\n[02:58.37] You couldn't wet shit up in a motherfuckin water fight\n[03:00.85] All luck y'all, look at the props y'all\n[03:03.59] So proud I'm sure, suck my encore's\n[03:06.03] Swingin a bolo, your flow goes solo\n[03:08.97] I'll smoke ya\n[03:10.26] It's time to yoke the joker\n[03:12.55] Verse 3: Treach\n[03:15.13] \n[03:21.33] The only way you would be gettin dis jump like a girlie\n[03:23.65] Is if your father would've bothered to pull it out early\n[03:26.04] You ain't got a single drip drop, you're stripped of hip-hop\n[03:28.70] If I see ya disagreein, you'll be gettin your shit dropped\n[03:31.36] It's extended version, the side you can't fuck with\n[03:33.87] You'll get the jimmy MC, you're swift to kick the bucket\n[03:36.31] I'm tired of Mr. Nice Guy, place your price high\n[03:39.18] Bet on a battle rhymer, tell my chances are sky high\n[03:41.45] Never would you ever get the thriller, say y'all sweat\n[03:44.21] \"Y'know that kid Treach, I took him out, he was no threat\"\n[03:46.73] Because you know I'm better than that on my worst day\n[03:49.21] Takin competition's what I do in the worst way\n[03:51.87] Quick to do a hit, for you most likely I spoiled ya\n[03:54.19] I bored and ignored ya, then boringly floored ya\n[03:56.89] The proof is in the footin, my collar ain't wooden\n[03:59.49] It takes more than an axe to tax, bless the children\n[04:01.92] Physically, facially, racially made to be\n[04:04.43] Crazily paid or G, what a fuckin way to be\n[04:07.28] Hot damn, I'm a man with a hand plan\n[04:09.75] This smack that then attract the new game plan\n[04:12.34] Eat your big beef, digest the rest, test\n[04:15.00] Shit, I was slept yet, then go to the next step\n[04:17.69] That's what I do, that's what I say, that's what I live\n[04:20.12] That's what I prove, that's what I move, that's what I give\n[04:22.49] Makin other brothers wanna go home and write shit\n[04:25.25] Bite what I might get, then up and say \"I quit\"\n[04:27.73] Me here, got, oh what a beautiful dawg\n[04:30.01] >From you ain't in amazing, want some paper plus a pen and tongue will do\n[04:34.62] Yoke the joker!\n[04:35.47] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Yoke the Joker\n  artist: Naughty by Nature\n  album: Naughty by Nature\n  duration_ms: 265000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yoke the Joker!\n  start_ms: 16370\n  end_ms: 18610\n- text: '*Laughter*'\n  start_ms: 18610\n  end_ms: 24720\n- text: 'Intro: Treach'\n  start_ms: 24720\n  end_ms: 27240\n- text: There are too many overnight MC's but one\n  start_ms: 27240\n  end_ms: 32640\n- text: And too many wacked who haven't paid dues\n  start_ms: 32640\n  end_ms: 35510\n- text: You have now entered the path of the Flavor Unit\n  start_ms: 35510\n  end_ms: 38350\n- text: And we are Naughty By Nature, and we will just do, by terminating you\n  start_ms: 38350\n  end_ms: 42280\n- text: 'Verse 1: Treach'\n  start_ms: 42280\n  end_ms: 44570\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 44570\n  end_ms: 47930\n- text: I can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat\n  start_ms: 47930\n  end_ms: 50860\n- text: Take that ass to the point you have to ask for your ass back\n  start_ms: 50860\n  end_ms: 53150\n- text: A fuckin joker smoker, taunted by no one\n  start_ms: 53150\n  end_ms: 55690\n- text: If I was born in Chung Li's temple I would've turned out a shogun\n  start_ms: 55690\n  end_ms: 58120\n- text: Smack the any-and-all talk, jokers I can't hawk\n  start_ms: 58120\n  end_ms: 60860\n- text: And all that shit I hear about me losin is small talk\n  start_ms: 60860\n  end_ms: 63370\n- text: I ain't a punk, I'll slot'cha, furthermore I don't scare chief\n  start_ms: 63370\n  end_ms: 65850\n- text: The reason I called you 'pussy' cos you are what you eat, each\n  start_ms: 65850\n  end_ms: 68660\n- text: Look is a little closer to the centre of a blowpipe\n  start_ms: 68660\n  end_ms: 71310\n- text: Don't speak when I am talkin, this is my fuckin sho-op\n  start_ms: 71310\n  end_ms: 73670\n- text: How dare you even try me? 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what you eat, each\n  Look is a little closer to the centre of a blowpipe\n  Don't speak when I am talkin, this is my fuckin sho-op\n  How dare you even try me? Don't you know you be funky, while\n  You're smilin backstage doin mother, ugh, doggystyle\n  Hot, wild, raw, whores' still suave\n  *Laughter* Check out this style that I've\n  Soul-simulated, sounds from a stocky\n  Semi-social, never seem sloppy\n  See silly slappin suckers, sorry saps and slouchers\n  Straps slammin stouch, mackin this mass is savvy\n  We see so-so-songs and some shots, so\n  Snaps steppin separate, start slowly, go solo\n  Set the cassette stereo, sounds diffin\n  Stood the Sagittarian, some marriage is a system\n  Smoke the joker, three times over\n  And owe her, go with the flow\n  Or I'm about to yoke a joker\n\n  Verse 2: Treach\n\n  All that straight faced shit like your heart had been thru\n  Smile and give your face somethin the fuck to do\n  You're ugly, smugly, squiggly, dilly-wrinkled faced bastard\n  Someone needs to hit and run ya to run ya ass over backwards\n  Let's giddy up, yep yep, another fuck up\n  Grab your microphone, battle time shown up\n  Any freestyle I see while I prowl\n  I dial a new style, tell me about ooh-chow\n  Another victory, it's mystery\n  I smoke your skull, your brain'll come blistery\n  All fuzzy, dirty, dizzy, does he\n  Get the things he needs? Remember how blistery?\n  You ain't ready for the Freddy of rap\n  You can't kill me, I step into your dreams, you feel me\n  Slicin your life away, just like I might today\n  I eat you the psycho way, I'm rippin shit right away...\n  I treat ya like a bitch in a ditch off of angel dust\n  Take you to a?, sure you can fly, just jump slut\n  You think you might say a rhyme, then someone might order like\n  You couldn't wet shit up in a motherfuckin water fight\n  All luck y'all, look at the props y'all\n  So proud I'm sure, suck my encore's\n  Swingin a bolo, your flow goes solo\n  I'll smoke ya\n  It's time to yoke the joker\n\n  Verse 3: Treach\n\n  The only way you would be gettin dis jump like a girlie\n  Is if your father would've bothered to pull it out early\n  You ain't got a single drip drop, you're stripped of hip-hop\n  If I see ya disagreein, you'll be gettin your shit dropped\n  It's extended version, the side you can't fuck with\n  You'll get the jimmy MC, you're swift to kick the bucket\n  I'm tired of Mr. Nice Guy, place your price high\n  Bet on a battle rhymer, tell my chances are sky high\n  Never would you ever get the thriller, say y'all sweat\n  \"Y'know that kid Treach, I took him out, he was no threat\"\n  Because you know I'm better than that on my worst day\n  Takin competition's what I do in the worst way\n  Quick to do a hit, for you most likely I spoiled ya\n  I bored and ignored ya, then boringly floored ya\n  The proof is in the footin, my collar ain't wooden\n  It takes more than an axe to tax, bless the children\n  Physically, facially, racially made to be\n  Crazily paid or G, what a fuckin way to be\n  Hot damn, I'm a man with a hand plan\n  This smack that then attract the new game plan\n  Eat your big beef, digest the rest, test\n  Shit, I was slept yet, then go to the next step\n  That's what I do, that's what I say, that's what I live\n  That's what I prove, that's what I move, that's what I give\n  Makin other brothers wanna go home and write shit\n  Bite what I might get, then up and say \"I quit\"\n  Me here, got, oh what a beautiful dawg\n  >From you ain't in amazing, want some paper plus a pen and tongue will do\n  Yoke the joker!\n"},{"id":29295630,"name":"Yoke the Joker (Paused)","trackName":"Yoke the Joker (Paused)","artistName":"Naughty By Nature","albumName":"Naughty By Nature","duration":314.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm telling you, I want this done quick, in and out\nI want all that black market shit, everything\nGrab all the tapes, all the cassettes\nWho is it?\nWhere the shit? Everybody on the floor, nobody move\nWhere the shit? (Yo, Treach)\nYoke the joker\n\nThere are too many overnight MC's but one\nAnd too many who haven't paid dues\nYou have now entered the frost of the Flavor Unit\nAnd we, Naughty By Nature, will get our just do\nBy terminating you\n\nI can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat\nTake that ass to the point you have to ask for your ass back\nA fuckin joker smoker, taunted by no one\nIf I was born in Chun Li's temple I would've turned out a shogun\nSmack the any-and-all talk, jokers I can't hawk\nAnd all that shit I hear about me losin is small talk\nI ain't a punk or slouch and furthermore, I don't scare chief\nThe reason I called you 'pussy' cos you are what you eat, each\nLick is a little closer to the centre of a Blow Pop\nDon't speak when I am talkin, this is my fuckin sho-op\nHow dare you even try me? Don't you know you'll be funky while\nHe's smilin backstage doin your mother, ugh, doggystyle?\nI'm wild, raw, a whore and still suave\nCheck out this style that I've\nSoul-simulated, sounds from a stocky\nSemi-social, never seem sloppy\nSee, silly slappin suckers, sorry saps and slouches\nStraps slam in style, smackin, this man's a savage\nLeast see so-so-songs and some shots, so\nSnatch seven samples, start slowly, go solo\nSet the cassette stereo, sounds diffin\nStrip the Sagittarius and marriage is a system\nSmoke the joker three times over\nAnd owe her\nGo with the flow or I'm about to yoke a joker\n\nAll that straight-faced shit like your heart had been through\nSmile and give your face somethin the fuck to do\nYou ugly, smugly, squiggly, dilly-wrinkled faced bastard\nSomeone needs to hit-and-run it and run your ass over backwards\nLet's giddy up, yep yep, another fuck up\nGrab your microphone, battle time, sure 'nough\nAny freestyle I see while I prowl\nI dial a new style, tell me 'bout ooh, child\nAnother victory, it's mystery\nI smoke your skull, your brain'll come blistery\nAll fuzzy, dirty, dizzy, does he\nGet the fix he needs? Remember how blistery?\nYou ain't ready for the Freddy of rap\nYou can't kill me, I step into your dreams, you feel me\nSlicin your life away, just like my mic today\nI eat you the psycho way, I'm rippin shit right away\nI treat you like a bitch in a ditch off of angel dust\nTake you to a roof, sure you can fly, just jump slut\nYou think you might say a rhyme, then someone might order like\nYou couldn't wet shit up in a motherfuckin water fight\nAll lockjaw, look at the props, y'all\nSo proud of, sure, suck my encores\nSwingin a bolo, your flow go solo\nI'ma smoke ya\nIt's time to yoke the joker\n\nThe only way you would be gettin dissed, jumped like a girlie\nIs if your father would've bothered to pull it out early\nYou ain't got a single drip drop, you're stripped of hip-hop\nIf I see ya disagree, you'll be gettin your shit dropped\nIt's extended version, the side you can't fuck with\nYou'll get the jimmy, MC, you're swift to kick the bucket\nI'm tired of Mr. Nice Guy, place your price high\nBet on a battle rhymer, tell my chances are sky high\nNever would you ever get the thrill to say, \"Yo, sweat\nY'know that kid Treach, I took him out, he was no threat\"\nBecause you know I'm better than that on my worst day\nDickin' competition's what I do in the worst way\nQuick to do a hit for ya, most likely I spoiled ya\nOr brought ya, ignored ya, then broadly floored ya\nThe proof is in the puddin, my collar ain't wooden\nIt takes more than an axe to tax, bless the children\nPhysically, facially, racially made to be\nCrazily paid, a G, what a fuckin way to be\nHot damn, I'm a man with a hand plan\nPimp smack that, then attract the new game plan\nEat your big beef, digest the rest, test\nShit, I was slept yet, then go to the next step\nThat's what I do, that's what I say, that's what I live\nThat's what I prove, that's what I move, that's what I give\nMakin other brothers wanna go home and write shit\nBite what I might get, then up and say, \"I quit\"\nMe gettin got? 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(Yo, Treach)\n[00:16.15] Yoke the joker\n[00:28.16] There are too many overnight MC's but one\n[00:31.42] And too many who haven't paid dues\n[00:34.05] You have now entered the frost of the Flavor Unit\n[00:37.73] And we, Naughty By Nature, will get our just do\n[00:40.82] By terminating you\n[00:43.14] I can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat\n[00:50.60] Take that ass to the point you have to ask for your ass back\n[00:53.00] A fuckin joker smoker, taunted by no one\n[00:55.21] If I was born in Chun Li's temple I would've turned out a shogun\n[00:57.92] Smack the any-and-all talk, jokers I can't hawk\n[01:00.53] And all that shit I hear about me losin is small talk\n[01:03.39] I ain't a punk or slouch and furthermore, I don't scare chief\n[01:05.88] The reason I called you 'pussy' cos you are what you eat, each\n[01:08.37] Lick is a little closer to the centre of a Blow Pop\n[01:10.75] Don't speak when I am talkin, this is my fuckin sho-op\n[01:13.31] How dare you even try me? Don't you know you'll be funky while\n[01:16.03] He's smilin backstage doin your mother, ugh, doggystyle?\n[01:19.04] I'm wild, raw, a whore and still suave\n[01:20.36] Check out this style that I've\n[01:23.69] Soul-simulated, sounds from a stocky\n[01:26.28] Semi-social, never seem sloppy\n[01:28.50] See, silly slappin suckers, sorry saps and slouches\n[01:30.29] Straps slam in style, smackin, this man's a savage\n[01:34.06] Least see so-so-songs and some shots, so\n[01:36.34] Snatch seven samples, start slowly, go solo\n[01:39.09] Set the cassette stereo, sounds diffin\n[01:41.49] Strip the Sagittarius and marriage is a system\n[01:44.13] Smoke the joker three times over\n[01:46.60] And owe her\n[01:47.76] Go with the flow or I'm about to yoke a joker\n[02:07.79] All that straight-faced shit like your heart had been through\n[02:12.07] Smile and give your face somethin the fuck to do\n[02:15.69] You ugly, smugly, squiggly, dilly-wrinkled faced bastard\n[02:17.04] Someone needs to hit-and-run it and run your ass over backwards\n[02:19.61] Let's giddy up, yep yep, another fuck up\n[02:21.31] Grab your microphone, battle time, sure 'nough\n[02:24.79] Any freestyle I see while I prowl\n[02:27.62] I dial a new style, tell me 'bout ooh, child\n[02:30.42] Another victory, it's mystery\n[02:32.70] I smoke your skull, your brain'll come blistery\n[02:35.23] All fuzzy, dirty, dizzy, does he\n[02:37.85] Get the fix he needs? Remember how blistery?\n[02:40.30] You ain't ready for the Freddy of rap\n[02:42.62] You can't kill me, I step into your dreams, you feel me\n[02:45.32] Slicin your life away, just like my mic today\n[02:47.85] I eat you the psycho way, I'm rippin shit right away\n[02:49.22] I treat you like a bitch in a ditch off of angel dust\n[02:52.66] Take you to a roof, sure you can fly, just jump slut\n[02:55.50] You think you might say a rhyme, then someone might order like\n[02:58.19] You couldn't wet shit up in a motherfuckin water fight\n[03:00.85] All lockjaw, look at the props, y'all\n[03:03.28] So proud of, sure, suck my encores\n[03:06.19] Swingin a bolo, your flow go solo\n[03:08.35] I'ma smoke ya\n[03:10.04] It's time to yoke the joker\n[03:20.84] The only way you would be gettin dissed, jumped like a girlie\n[03:23.44] Is if your father would've bothered to pull it out early\n[03:25.94] You ain't got a single drip drop, you're stripped of hip-hop\n[03:28.58] If I see ya disagree, you'll be gettin your shit dropped\n[03:31.34] It's extended version, the side you can't fuck with\n[03:33.61] You'll get the jimmy, MC, you're swift to kick the bucket\n[03:36.37] I'm tired of Mr. Nice Guy, place your price high\n[03:39.02] Bet on a battle rhymer, tell my chances are sky high\n[03:42.42] Never would you ever get the thrill to say, \"Yo, sweat\n[03:43.84] Y'know that kid Treach, I took him out, he was no threat\"\n[03:46.66] Because you know I'm better than that on my worst day\n[03:49.37] Dickin' competition's what I do in the worst way\n[03:51.59] Quick to do a hit for ya, most likely I spoiled ya\n[03:54.88] Or brought ya, ignored ya, then broadly floored ya\n[03:55.62] The proof is in the puddin, my collar ain't wooden\n[03:59.22] It takes more than an axe to tax, bless the children\n[04:02.08] Physically, facially, racially made to be\n[04:04.48] Crazily paid, a G, what a fuckin way to be\n[04:07.20] Hot damn, I'm a man with a hand plan\n[04:09.50] Pimp smack that, then attract the new game plan\n[04:12.76] Eat your big beef, digest the rest, test\n[04:14.73] Shit, I was slept yet, then go to the next step\n[04:17.26] That's what I do, that's what I say, that's what I live\n[04:20.53] That's what I prove, that's what I move, that's what I give\n[04:22.65] Makin other brothers wanna go home and write shit\n[04:24.96] Bite what I might get, then up and say, \"I quit\"\n[04:27.58] Me gettin got? 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Don't you know you'll be funky while\n  He's smilin backstage doin your mother, ugh, doggystyle?\n  I'm wild, raw, a whore and still suave\n  Check out this style that I've\n  Soul-simulated, sounds from a stocky\n  Semi-social, never seem sloppy\n  See, silly slappin suckers, sorry saps and slouches\n  Straps slam in style, smackin, this man's a savage\n  Least see so-so-songs and some shots, so\n  Snatch seven samples, start slowly, go solo\n  Set the cassette stereo, sounds diffin\n  Strip the Sagittarius and marriage is a system\n  Smoke the joker three times over\n  And owe her\n  Go with the flow or I'm about to yoke a joker\n\n  All that straight-faced shit like your heart had been through\n  Smile and give your face somethin the fuck to do\n  You ugly, smugly, squiggly, dilly-wrinkled faced bastard\n  Someone needs to hit-and-run it and run your ass over backwards\n  Let's giddy up, yep yep, another fuck up\n  Grab your microphone, battle time, sure 'nough\n  Any freestyle I see while I prowl\n  I dial a new style, tell me 'bout ooh, child\n  Another victory, it's mystery\n  I smoke your skull, your brain'll come blistery\n  All fuzzy, dirty, dizzy, does he\n  Get the fix he needs? 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Remember how blistery?\nYou ain't ready for the Freddy of rap\nYou can't kill me, I step into your dreams, you feel me\nSlicin your life away, just like my mic today\nI eat you the psycho way, I'm rippin shit right away\nI treat you like a bitch in a ditch off of angel dust\nTake you to a roof, sure you can fly, just jump slut\nYou think you might say a rhyme, then someone might order like\nYou couldn't wet shit up in a motherfuckin water fight\nAll lockjaw, look at the props, y'all\nSo proud of, sure, suck my encores\nSwingin a bolo, your flow go solo\nI'ma smoke ya\nIt's time to yoke the joker\n\nThe only way you would be gettin dissed, jumped like a girlie\nIs if your father would've bothered to pull it out early\nYou ain't got a single drip drop, you're stripped of hip-hop\nIf I see ya disagree, you'll be gettin your shit dropped\nIt's extended version, the side you can't fuck with\nYou'll get the jimmy, MC, you're swift to kick the bucket\nI'm tired of Mr. Nice Guy, place your price high\nBet on a battle rhymer, tell my chances are sky high\nNever would you ever get the thrill to say, \"Yo, sweat\nY'know that kid Treach, I took him out, he was no threat\"\nBecause you know I'm better than that on my worst day\nDickin' competition's what I do in the worst way\nQuick to do a hit for ya, most likely I spoiled ya\nOr brought ya, ignored ya, then broadly floored ya\nThe proof is in the puddin, my collar ain't wooden\nIt takes more than an axe to tax, bless the children\nPhysically, facially, racially made to be\nCrazily paid, a G, what a fuckin way to be\nHot damn, I'm a man with a hand plan\nPimp smack that, then attract the new game plan\nEat your big beef, digest the rest, test\nShit, I was slept yet, then go to the next step\nThat's what I do, that's what I say, that's what I live\nThat's what I prove, that's what I move, that's what I give\nMakin other brothers wanna go home and write shit\nBite what I might get, then up and say, \"I quit\"\nMe gettin got? 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Remember how blistery?\n  You ain't ready for the Freddy of rap\n  You can't kill me, I step into your dreams, you feel me\n  Slicin your life away, just like my mic today\n  I eat you the psycho way, I'm rippin shit right away\n  I treat you like a bitch in a ditch off of angel dust\n  Take you to a roof, sure you can fly, just jump slut\n  You think you might say a rhyme, then someone might order like\n  You couldn't wet shit up in a motherfuckin water fight\n  All lockjaw, look at the props, y'all\n  So proud of, sure, suck my encores\n  Swingin a bolo, your flow go solo\n  I'ma smoke ya\n  It's time to yoke the joker\n\n  The only way you would be gettin dissed, jumped like a girlie\n  Is if your father would've bothered to pull it out early\n  You ain't got a single drip drop, you're stripped of hip-hop\n  If I see ya disagree, you'll be gettin your shit dropped\n  It's extended version, the side you can't fuck with\n  You'll get the jimmy, MC, you're swift to kick the bucket\n  I'm tired of Mr. Nice Guy, place your price high\n  Bet on a battle rhymer, tell my chances are sky high\n  Never would you ever get the thrill to say, \"Yo, sweat\n  Y'know that kid Treach, I took him out, he was no threat\"\n  Because you know I'm better than that on my worst day\n  Dickin' competition's what I do in the worst way\n  Quick to do a hit for ya, most likely I spoiled ya\n  Or brought ya, ignored ya, then broadly floored ya\n  The proof is in the puddin, my collar ain't wooden\n  It takes more than an axe to tax, bless the children\n  Physically, facially, racially made to be\n  Crazily paid, a G, what a fuckin way to be\n  Hot damn, I'm a man with a hand plan\n  Pimp smack that, then attract the new game plan\n  Eat your big beef, digest the rest, test\n  Shit, I was slept yet, then go to the next step\n  That's what I do, that's what I say, that's what I live\n  That's what I prove, that's what I move, that's what I give\n  Makin other brothers wanna go home and write shit\n  Bite what I might get, then up and say, \"I quit\"\n  Me gettin got? Oh, what a beautiful thought from you\n  Ain't it amazing want some paper plus a pen and tongue can do?\n  Yoke the joker\n"},{"id":19276899,"name":"Yoke The Joker","trackName":"Yoke The Joker","artistName":"Naughty by Nature","albumName":"Naughty","duration":313.268438,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yoke the Joker!\n*Laughter*\n\nIntro: Treach\n\nThere are too many overnight MC's but one\nAnd too many wacked who haven't paid dues\nYou have now entered the path of the Flavor Unit\nAnd we are Naughty By Nature, and we will just do, by terminating you\n\nVerse 1: Treach\n\nI can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat\nTake that ass to the point you have to ask for your ass back\nA fuckin joker smoker, taunted by no one\nIf I was born in Chung Li's temple I would've turned out a shogun\nSmack the any-and-all talk, jokers I can't hawk\nAnd all that shit I hear about me losin is small talk\nI ain't a punk, I'll slot'cha, furthermore I don't scare chief\nThe reason I called you 'pussy' cos you are what you eat, each\nLook is a little closer to the centre of a blowpipe\nDon't speak when I am talkin, this is my fuckin sho-op\nHow dare you even try me? Don't you know you be funky, while\nYou're smilin backstage doin mother, ugh, doggystyle\nHot, wild, raw, whores' still suave\n*Laughter* Check out this style that I've\nSoul-simulated, sounds from a stocky\nSemi-social, never seem sloppy\nSee silly slappin suckers, sorry saps and slouchers\nStraps slammin stouch, mackin this mass is savvy\nWe see so-so-songs and some shots, so\nSnaps steppin separate, start slowly, go solo\nSet the cassette stereo, sounds diffin\nStood the Sagittarian, some marriage is a system\nSmoke the joker, three times over\nAnd owe her, go with the flow\nOr I'm about to yoke a joker\n\nVerse 2: Treach\n\nAll that straight faced shit like your heart had been thru\nSmile and give your face somethin the fuck to do\nYou're ugly, smugly, squiggly, dilly-wrinkled faced bastard\nSomeone needs to hit and run ya to run ya ass over backwards\nLet's giddy up, yep yep, another fuck up\nGrab your microphone, battle time shown up\nAny freestyle I see while I prowl\nI dial a new style, tell me about ooh-chow\nAnother victory, it's mystery\nI smoke your skull, your brain'll come blistery\nAll fuzzy, dirty, dizzy, does he\nGet the things he needs? Remember how blistery?\nYou ain't ready for the Freddy of rap\nYou can't kill me, I step into your dreams, you feel me\nSlicin your life away, just like I might today\nI eat you the psycho way, I'm rippin shit right away...\nI treat ya like a bitch in a ditch off of angel dust\nTake you to a?, sure you can fly, just jump slut\nYou think you might say a rhyme, then someone might order like\nYou couldn't wet shit up in a motherfuckin water fight\nAll luck y'all, look at the props y'all\nSo proud I'm sure, suck my encore's\nSwingin a bolo, your flow goes solo\nI'll smoke ya\nIt's time to yoke the joker\n\nVerse 3: Treach\n\nThe only way you would be gettin dis jump like a girlie\nIs if your father would've bothered to pull it out early\nYou ain't got a single drip drop, you're stripped of hip-hop\nIf I see ya disagreein, you'll be gettin your shit dropped\nIt's extended version, the side you can't fuck with\nYou'll get the jimmy MC, you're swift to kick the bucket\nI'm tired of Mr. Nice Guy, place your price high\nBet on a battle rhymer, tell my chances are sky high\nNever would you ever get the thriller, say y'all sweat\n\"Y'know that kid Treach, I took him out, he was no threat\"\nBecause you know I'm better than that on my worst day\nTakin competition's what I do in the worst way\nQuick to do a hit, for you most likely I spoiled ya\nI bored and ignored ya, then boringly floored ya\nThe proof is in the footin, my collar ain't wooden\nIt takes more than an axe to tax, bless the children\nPhysically, facially, racially made to be\nCrazily paid or G, what a fuckin way to be\nHot damn, I'm a man with a hand plan\nThis smack that then attract the new game plan\nEat your big beef, digest the rest, test\nShit, I was slept yet, then go to the next step\nThat's what I do, that's what I say, that's what I live\nThat's what I prove, that's what I move, that's what I give\nMakin other brothers wanna go home and write shit\nBite what I might get, then up and say \"I quit\"\nMe here, got, oh what a beautiful dawg\n>From you ain't in amazing, want some paper plus a pen and tongue will do\nYoke the joker!","syncedLyrics":"[00:16.37] Yoke the Joker!\n[00:18.61] *Laughter*\n[00:24.72] Intro: Treach\n[00:27.24] There are too many overnight MC's but one\n[00:32.64] And too many wacked who haven't paid dues\n[00:35.51] You have now entered the path of the Flavor Unit\n[00:38.35] And we are Naughty By Nature, and we will just do, by terminating you\n[00:42.28] Verse 1: Treach\n[00:44.57] \n[00:47.93] I can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat\n[00:50.86] Take that ass to the point you have to ask for your ass back\n[00:53.15] A fuckin joker smoker, taunted by no one\n[00:55.69] If I was born in Chung Li's temple I would've turned out a shogun\n[00:58.12] Smack the any-and-all talk, jokers I can't hawk\n[01:00.86] And all that shit I hear about me losin is small talk\n[01:03.37] I ain't a punk, I'll slot'cha, furthermore I don't scare chief\n[01:05.85] The reason I called you 'pussy' cos you are what you eat, each\n[01:08.66] Look is a little closer to the centre of a blowpipe\n[01:11.31] Don't speak when I am talkin, this is my fuckin sho-op\n[01:13.67] How dare you even try me? Don't you know you be funky, while\n[01:16.13] You're smilin backstage doin mother, ugh, doggystyle\n[01:19.00] Hot, wild, raw, whores' still suave\n[01:21.97] *Laughter* Check out this style that I've\n[01:24.45] Soul-simulated, sounds from a stocky\n[01:26.52] Semi-social, never seem sloppy\n[01:28.80] See silly slappin suckers, sorry saps and slouchers\n[01:31.35] Straps slammin stouch, mackin this mass is savvy\n[01:33.91] We see so-so-songs and some shots, so\n[01:36.67] Snaps steppin separate, start slowly, go solo\n[01:38.91] Set the cassette stereo, sounds diffin\n[01:41.66] Stood the Sagittarian, some marriage is a system\n[01:44.58] Smoke the joker, three times over\n[01:46.89] And owe her, go with the flow\n[01:49.17] Or I'm about to yoke a joker\n[01:51.00] Verse 2: Treach\n[01:54.55] \n[02:09.83] All that straight faced shit like your heart had been thru\n[02:12.71] Smile and give your face somethin the fuck to do\n[02:15.01] You're ugly, smugly, squiggly, dilly-wrinkled faced bastard\n[02:17.38] Someone needs to hit and run ya to run ya ass over backwards\n[02:20.00] Let's giddy up, yep yep, another fuck up\n[02:22.55] Grab your microphone, battle time shown up\n[02:25.05] Any freestyle I see while I prowl\n[02:27.85] I dial a new style, tell me about ooh-chow\n[02:30.55] Another victory, it's mystery\n[02:32.88] I smoke your skull, your brain'll come blistery\n[02:35.32] All fuzzy, dirty, dizzy, does he\n[02:38.02] Get the things he needs? Remember how blistery?\n[02:40.53] You ain't ready for the Freddy of rap\n[02:42.88] You can't kill me, I step into your dreams, you feel me\n[02:45.53] Slicin your life away, just like I might today\n[02:48.00] I eat you the psycho way, I'm rippin shit right away...\n[02:50.52] I treat ya like a bitch in a ditch off of angel dust\n[02:52.83] Take you to a?, sure you can fly, just jump slut\n[02:55.88] You think you might say a rhyme, then someone might order like\n[02:58.37] You couldn't wet shit up in a motherfuckin water fight\n[03:00.85] All luck y'all, look at the props y'all\n[03:03.59] So proud I'm sure, suck my encore's\n[03:06.03] Swingin a bolo, your flow goes solo\n[03:08.97] I'll smoke ya\n[03:10.26] It's time to yoke the joker\n[03:12.55] Verse 3: Treach\n[03:15.13] \n[03:21.33] The only way you would be gettin dis jump like a girlie\n[03:23.65] Is if your father would've bothered to pull it out early\n[03:26.04] You ain't got a single drip drop, you're stripped of hip-hop\n[03:28.70] If I see ya disagreein, you'll be gettin your shit dropped\n[03:31.36] It's extended version, the side you can't fuck with\n[03:33.87] You'll get the jimmy MC, you're swift to kick the bucket\n[03:36.31] I'm tired of Mr. Nice Guy, place your price high\n[03:39.18] Bet on a battle rhymer, tell my chances are sky high\n[03:41.45] Never would you ever get the thriller, say y'all sweat\n[03:44.21] \"Y'know that kid Treach, I took him out, he was no threat\"\n[03:46.73] Because you know I'm better than that on my worst day\n[03:49.21] Takin competition's what I do in the worst way\n[03:51.87] Quick to do a hit, for you most likely I spoiled ya\n[03:54.19] I bored and ignored ya, then boringly floored ya\n[03:56.89] The proof is in the footin, my collar ain't wooden\n[03:59.49] It takes more than an axe to tax, bless the children\n[04:01.92] Physically, facially, racially made to be\n[04:04.43] Crazily paid or G, what a fuckin way to be\n[04:07.28] Hot damn, I'm a man with a hand plan\n[04:09.75] This smack that then attract the new game plan\n[04:12.34] Eat your big beef, digest the rest, test\n[04:15.00] Shit, I was slept yet, then go to the next step\n[04:17.69] That's what I do, that's what I say, that's what I live\n[04:20.12] That's what I prove, that's what I move, that's what I give\n[04:22.49] Makin other brothers wanna go home and write shit\n[04:25.25] Bite what I might get, then up and say \"I quit\"\n[04:27.73] Me here, got, oh what a beautiful dawg\n[04:30.01] >From you ain't in amazing, want some paper plus a pen and tongue will do\n[04:34.62] Yoke the joker!\n[04:35.47] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Yoke The Joker\n  artist: Naughty by Nature\n  album: Naughty\n  duration_ms: 313268\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yoke the Joker!\n  start_ms: 16370\n  end_ms: 18610\n- text: '*Laughter*'\n  start_ms: 18610\n  end_ms: 24720\n- text: 'Intro: Treach'\n  start_ms: 24720\n  end_ms: 27240\n- text: There are too many overnight MC's but one\n  start_ms: 27240\n  end_ms: 32640\n- text: And too many wacked who haven't paid dues\n  start_ms: 32640\n  end_ms: 35510\n- text: You have now entered the path of the Flavor Unit\n  start_ms: 35510\n  end_ms: 38350\n- text: And we are Naughty By Nature, and we will just do, by terminating you\n  start_ms: 38350\n  end_ms: 42280\n- text: 'Verse 1: Treach'\n  start_ms: 42280\n  end_ms: 44570\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 44570\n  end_ms: 47930\n- text: I can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat\n  start_ms: 47930\n  end_ms: 50860\n- text: Take that ass to the point you have to ask for your ass back\n  start_ms: 50860\n  end_ms: 53150\n- text: A fuckin joker smoker, taunted by no one\n  start_ms: 53150\n  end_ms: 55690\n- text: If I was born in Chung Li's temple I would've turned out a shogun\n  start_ms: 55690\n  end_ms: 58120\n- text: Smack the any-and-all talk, jokers I can't hawk\n  start_ms: 58120\n  end_ms: 60860\n- text: And all that shit I hear about me losin is small talk\n  start_ms: 60860\n  end_ms: 63370\n- text: I ain't a punk, I'll slot'cha, furthermore I don't scare chief\n  start_ms: 63370\n  end_ms: 65850\n- text: The reason I called you 'pussy' cos you are what you eat, each\n  start_ms: 65850\n  end_ms: 68660\n- text: Look is a little closer to the centre of a blowpipe\n  start_ms: 68660\n  end_ms: 71310\n- text: Don't speak when I am talkin, this is my fuckin sho-op\n  start_ms: 71310\n  end_ms: 73670\n- text: How dare you even try me? 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267730\n  end_ms: 270010\n- text: '>From you ain''t in amazing, want some paper plus a pen and tongue will do'\n  start_ms: 270010\n  end_ms: 274620\n- text: Yoke the joker!\n  start_ms: 274620\n  end_ms: 275470\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 275470\nplain: |-\n  Yoke the Joker!\n  *Laughter*\n\n  Intro: Treach\n\n  There are too many overnight MC's but one\n  And too many wacked who haven't paid dues\n  You have now entered the path of the Flavor Unit\n  And we are Naughty By Nature, and we will just do, by terminating you\n\n  Verse 1: Treach\n\n  I can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat\n  Take that ass to the point you have to ask for your ass back\n  A fuckin joker smoker, taunted by no one\n  If I was born in Chung Li's temple I would've turned out a shogun\n  Smack the any-and-all talk, jokers I can't hawk\n  And all that shit I hear about me losin is small talk\n  I ain't a punk, I'll slot'cha, furthermore I don't scare chief\n  The reason I called you 'pussy' cos you are what you eat, each\n  Look is a little closer to the centre of a blowpipe\n  Don't speak when I am talkin, this is my fuckin sho-op\n  How dare you even try me? Don't you know you be funky, while\n  You're smilin backstage doin mother, ugh, doggystyle\n  Hot, wild, raw, whores' still suave\n  *Laughter* Check out this style that I've\n  Soul-simulated, sounds from a stocky\n  Semi-social, never seem sloppy\n  See silly slappin suckers, sorry saps and slouchers\n  Straps slammin stouch, mackin this mass is savvy\n  We see so-so-songs and some shots, so\n  Snaps steppin separate, start slowly, go solo\n  Set the cassette stereo, sounds diffin\n  Stood the Sagittarian, some marriage is a system\n  Smoke the joker, three times over\n  And owe her, go with the flow\n  Or I'm about to yoke a joker\n\n  Verse 2: Treach\n\n  All that straight faced shit like your heart had been thru\n  Smile and give your face somethin the fuck to do\n  You're ugly, smugly, squiggly, dilly-wrinkled faced bastard\n  Someone needs to hit and run ya to run ya ass over backwards\n  Let's giddy up, yep yep, another fuck up\n  Grab your microphone, battle time shown up\n  Any freestyle I see while I prowl\n  I dial a new style, tell me about ooh-chow\n  Another victory, it's mystery\n  I smoke your skull, your brain'll come blistery\n  All fuzzy, dirty, dizzy, does he\n  Get the things he needs? 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Everybody on the floor, nobody move\nWhere the shit? (Yo, Treach)\nYoke the joker\n\nThere are too many overnight MC's but one\nAnd too many who haven't paid dues\nYou have now entered the frost of the Flavor Unit\nAnd we, Naughty By Nature, will get our just do\nBy terminating you\n\nI can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat\nTake that ass to the point you have to ask for your ass back\nA fuckin joker smoker, taunted by no one\nIf I was born in Chun Li's temple I would've turned out a shogun\nSmack the any-and-all talk, jokers I can't hawk\nAnd all that shit I hear about me losin is small talk\nI ain't a punk or slouch and furthermore, I don't scare chief\nThe reason I called you 'pussy' cos you are what you eat, each\nLick is a little closer to the centre of a Blow Pop\nDon't speak when I am talkin, this is my fuckin sho-op\nHow dare you even try me? 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Remember how blistery?\nYou ain't ready for the Freddy of rap\nYou can't kill me, I step into your dreams, you feel me\nSlicin your life away, just like my mic today\nI eat you the psycho way, I'm rippin shit right away\nI treat you like a bitch in a ditch off of angel dust\nTake you to a roof, sure you can fly, just jump slut\nYou think you might say a rhyme, then someone might order like\nYou couldn't wet shit up in a motherfuckin water fight\nAll lockjaw, look at the props, y'all\nSo proud of, sure, suck my encores\nSwingin a bolo, your flow go solo\nI'ma smoke ya\nIt's time to yoke the joker\n\nThe only way you would be gettin dissed, jumped like a girlie\nIs if your father would've bothered to pull it out early\nYou ain't got a single drip drop, you're stripped of hip-hop\nIf I see ya disagree, you'll be gettin your shit dropped\nIt's extended version, the side you can't fuck with\nYou'll get the jimmy, MC, you're swift to kick the bucket\nI'm tired of Mr. Nice Guy, place your price high\nBet on a battle rhymer, tell my chances are sky high\nNever would you ever get the thrill to say, \"Yo, sweat\nY'know that kid Treach, I took him out, he was no threat\"\nBecause you know I'm better than that on my worst day\nDickin' competition's what I do in the worst way\nQuick to do a hit for ya, most likely I spoiled ya\nOr brought ya, ignored ya, then broadly floored ya\nThe proof is in the puddin, my collar ain't wooden\nIt takes more than an axe to tax, bless the children\nPhysically, facially, racially made to be\nCrazily paid, a G, what a fuckin way to be\nHot damn, I'm a man with a hand plan\nPimp smack that, then attract the new game plan\nEat your big beef, digest the rest, test\nShit, I was slept yet, then go to the next step\nThat's what I do, that's what I say, that's what I live\nThat's what I prove, that's what I move, that's what I give\nMakin other brothers wanna go home and write shit\nBite what I might get, then up and say, \"I quit\"\nMe gettin got? 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Oh, what a beautiful thought from you\n  start_ms: 267510\n  end_ms: 269770\n- text: Ain't it amazing want some paper plus a pen and tongue can do?\n  start_ms: 269770\n  end_ms: 272530\n- text: Yoke the joker\n  start_ms: 272530\n  end_ms: 277080\nplain: |-\n  I'm telling you, I want this done quick, in and out\n  I want all that black market shit, everything\n  Grab all the tapes, all the cassettes\n  Who is it?\n  Where the shit? Everybody on the floor, nobody move\n  Where the shit? (Yo, Treach)\n  Yoke the joker\n\n  There are too many overnight MC's but one\n  And too many who haven't paid dues\n  You have now entered the frost of the Flavor Unit\n  And we, Naughty By Nature, will get our just do\n  By terminating you\n\n  I can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat\n  Take that ass to the point you have to ask for your ass back\n  A fuckin joker smoker, taunted by no one\n  If I was born in Chun Li's temple I would've turned out a shogun\n  Smack the any-and-all talk, jokers I can't hawk\n  And all that shit I hear about me losin is small talk\n  I ain't a punk or slouch and furthermore, I don't scare chief\n  The reason I called you 'pussy' cos you are what you eat, each\n  Lick is a little closer to the centre of a Blow Pop\n  Don't speak when I am talkin, this is my fuckin sho-op\n  How dare you even try me? Don't you know you'll be funky while\n  He's smilin backstage doin your mother, ugh, doggystyle?\n  I'm wild, raw, a whore and still suave\n  Check out this style that I've\n  Soul-simulated, sounds from a stocky\n  Semi-social, never seem sloppy\n  See, silly slappin suckers, sorry saps and slouches\n  Straps slam in style, smackin, this man's a savage\n  Least see so-so-songs and some shots, so\n  Snatch seven samples, start slowly, go solo\n  Set the cassette stereo, sounds diffin\n  Strip the Sagittarius and marriage is a system\n  Smoke the joker three times over\n  And owe her\n  Go with the flow or I'm about to yoke a joker\n\n  All that straight-faced shit like your heart had been through\n  Smile and give your face somethin the fuck to do\n  You ugly, smugly, squiggly, dilly-wrinkled faced bastard\n  Someone needs to hit-and-run it and run your ass over backwards\n  Let's giddy up, yep yep, another fuck up\n  Grab your microphone, battle time, sure 'nough\n  Any freestyle I see while I prowl\n  I dial a new style, tell me 'bout ooh, child\n  Another victory, it's mystery\n  I smoke your skull, your brain'll come blistery\n  All fuzzy, dirty, dizzy, does he\n  Get the fix he needs? Remember how blistery?\n  You ain't ready for the Freddy of rap\n  You can't kill me, I step into your dreams, you feel me\n  Slicin your life away, just like my mic today\n  I eat you the psycho way, I'm rippin shit right away\n  I treat you like a bitch in a ditch off of angel dust\n  Take you to a roof, sure you can fly, just jump slut\n  You think you might say a rhyme, then someone might order like\n  You couldn't wet shit up in a motherfuckin water fight\n  All lockjaw, look at the props, y'all\n  So proud of, sure, suck my encores\n  Swingin a bolo, your flow go solo\n  I'ma smoke ya\n  It's time to yoke the joker\n\n  The only way you would be gettin dissed, jumped like a girlie\n  Is if your father would've bothered to pull it out early\n  You ain't got a single drip drop, you're stripped of hip-hop\n  If I see ya disagree, you'll be gettin your shit dropped\n  It's extended version, the side you can't fuck with\n  You'll get the jimmy, MC, you're swift to kick the bucket\n  I'm tired of Mr. Nice Guy, place your price high\n  Bet on a battle rhymer, tell my chances are sky high\n  Never would you ever get the thrill to say, \"Yo, sweat\n  Y'know that kid Treach, I took him out, he was no threat\"\n  Because you know I'm better than that on my worst day\n  Dickin' competition's what I do in the worst way\n  Quick to do a hit for ya, most likely I spoiled ya\n  Or brought ya, ignored ya, then broadly floored ya\n  The proof is in the puddin, my collar ain't wooden\n  It takes more than an axe to tax, bless the children\n  Physically, facially, racially made to be\n  Crazily paid, a G, what a fuckin way to be\n  Hot damn, I'm a man with a hand plan\n  Pimp smack that, then attract the new game plan\n  Eat your big beef, digest the rest, test\n  Shit, I was slept yet, then go to the next step\n  That's what I do, that's what I say, that's what I live\n  That's what I prove, that's what I move, that's what I give\n  Makin other brothers wanna go home and write shit\n  Bite what I might get, then up and say, \"I quit\"\n  Me gettin got? 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(Yo, Treach)\nYoke the joker\n\nThere are too many overnight MC's but one\nAnd too many who haven't paid dues\nYou have now entered the frost of the Flavor Unit\nAnd we, Naughty By Nature, will get our just do\nBy terminating you\n\nI can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat\nTake that ass to the point you have to ask for your ass back\nA fuckin joker smoker, taunted by no one\nIf I was born in Chun Li's temple I would've turned out a shogun\nSmack the any-and-all talk, jokers I can't hawk\nAnd all that shit I hear about me losin is small talk\nI ain't a punk or slouch and furthermore, I don't scare chief\nThe reason I called you 'pussy' cos you are what you eat, each\nLick is a little closer to the centre of a Blow Pop\nDon't speak when I am talkin, this is my fuckin sho-op\nHow dare you even try me? 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Remember how blistery?\nYou ain't ready for the Freddy of rap\nYou can't kill me, I step into your dreams, you feel me\nSlicin your life away, just like my mic today\nI eat you the psycho way, I'm rippin shit right away\nI treat you like a bitch in a ditch off of angel dust\nTake you to a roof, sure you can fly, just jump slut\nYou think you might say a rhyme, then someone might order like\nYou couldn't wet shit up in a motherfuckin water fight\nAll lockjaw, look at the props, y'all\nSo proud of, sure, suck my encores\nSwingin a bolo, your flow go solo\nI'ma smoke ya\nIt's time to yoke the joker\n\nThe only way you would be gettin dissed, jumped like a girlie\nIs if your father would've bothered to pull it out early\nYou ain't got a single drip drop, you're stripped of hip-hop\nIf I see ya disagree, you'll be gettin your shit dropped\nIt's extended version, the side you can't fuck with\nYou'll get the jimmy, MC, you're swift to kick the bucket\nI'm tired of Mr. Nice Guy, place your price high\nBet on a battle rhymer, tell my chances are sky high\nNever would you ever get the thrill to say, \"Yo, sweat\nY'know that kid Treach, I took him out, he was no threat\"\nBecause you know I'm better than that on my worst day\nDickin' competition's what I do in the worst way\nQuick to do a hit for ya, most likely I spoiled ya\nOr brought ya, ignored ya, then broadly floored ya\nThe proof is in the puddin, my collar ain't wooden\nIt takes more than an axe to tax, bless the children\nPhysically, facially, racially made to be\nCrazily paid, a G, what a fuckin way to be\nHot damn, I'm a man with a hand plan\nPimp smack that, then attract the new game plan\nEat your big beef, digest the rest, test\nShit, I was slept yet, then go to the next step\nThat's what I do, that's what I say, that's what I live\nThat's what I prove, that's what I move, that's what I give\nMakin other brothers wanna go home and write shit\nBite what I might get, then up and say, \"I quit\"\nMe gettin got? Oh, what a beautiful thought from you\nAin't it amazing want some paper plus a pen and tongue can do?\nYoke the joker","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Yoke The Joker\n  artist: Naughty By Nature\n  album: Naughty's Nicest\n  duration_ms: 312000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I'm telling you, I want this done quick, in and out\n  I want all that black market shit, everything\n  Grab all the tapes, all the cassettes\n  Who is it?\n  Where the shit? Everybody on the floor, nobody move\n  Where the shit? (Yo, Treach)\n  Yoke the joker\n\n  There are too many overnight MC's but one\n  And too many who haven't paid dues\n  You have now entered the frost of the Flavor Unit\n  And we, Naughty By Nature, will get our just do\n  By terminating you\n\n  I can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat\n  Take that ass to the point you have to ask for your ass back\n  A fuckin joker smoker, taunted by no one\n  If I was born in Chun Li's temple I would've turned out a shogun\n  Smack the any-and-all talk, jokers I can't hawk\n  And all that shit I hear about me losin is small talk\n  I ain't a punk or slouch and furthermore, I don't scare chief\n  The reason I called you 'pussy' cos you are what you eat, each\n  Lick is a little closer to the centre of a Blow Pop\n  Don't speak when I am talkin, this is my fuckin sho-op\n  How dare you even try me? Don't you know you'll be funky while\n  He's smilin backstage doin your mother, ugh, doggystyle?\n  I'm wild, raw, a whore and still suave\n  Check out this style that I've\n  Soul-simulated, sounds from a stocky\n  Semi-social, never seem sloppy\n  See, silly slappin suckers, sorry saps and slouches\n  Straps slam in style, smackin, this man's a savage\n  Least see so-so-songs and some shots, so\n  Snatch seven samples, start slowly, go solo\n  Set the cassette stereo, sounds diffin\n  Strip the Sagittarius and marriage is a system\n  Smoke the joker three times over\n  And owe her\n  Go with the flow or I'm about to yoke a joker\n\n  All that straight-faced shit like your heart had been through\n  Smile and give your face somethin the fuck to do\n  You ugly, smugly, squiggly, dilly-wrinkled faced bastard\n  Someone needs to hit-and-run it and run your ass over backwards\n  Let's giddy up, yep yep, another fuck up\n  Grab your microphone, battle time, sure 'nough\n  Any freestyle I see while I prowl\n  I dial a new style, tell me 'bout ooh, child\n  Another victory, it's mystery\n  I smoke your skull, your brain'll come blistery\n  All fuzzy, dirty, dizzy, does he\n  Get the fix he needs? 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(Yo, Treach)\nYoke the joker\n\nThere are too many overnight MC's but one\nAnd too many who haven't paid dues\nYou have now entered the frost of the Flavor Unit\nAnd we, Naughty By Nature, will get our just do\nBy terminating you\n\nI can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat\nTake that ass to the point you have to ask for your ass back\nA fuckin joker smoker, taunted by no one\nIf I was born in Chun Li's temple I would've turned out a shogun\nSmack the any-and-all talk, jokers I can't hawk\nAnd all that shit I hear about me losin is small talk\nI ain't a punk or slouch and furthermore, I don't scare chief\nThe reason I called you 'pussy' cos you are what you eat, each\nLick is a little closer to the centre of a Blow Pop\nDon't speak when I am talkin, this is my fuckin sho-op\nHow dare you even try me? Don't you know you'll be funky while\nHe's smilin backstage doin your mother, ugh, doggystyle?\nI'm wild, raw, a whore and still suave\nCheck out this style that I've\nSoul-simulated, sounds from a stocky\nSemi-social, never seem sloppy\nSee, silly slappin suckers, sorry saps and slouches\nStraps slam in style, smackin, this man's a savage\nLeast see so-so-songs and some shots, so\nSnatch seven samples, start slowly, go solo\nSet the cassette stereo, sounds diffin\nStrip the Sagittarius and marriage is a system\nSmoke the joker three times over\nAnd owe her\nGo with the flow or I'm about to yoke a joker\n\nAll that straight-faced shit like your heart had been through\nSmile and give your face somethin the fuck to do\nYou ugly, smugly, squiggly, dilly-wrinkled faced bastard\nSomeone needs to hit-and-run it and run your ass over backwards\nLet's giddy up, yep yep, another fuck up\nGrab your microphone, battle time, sure 'nough\nAny freestyle I see while I prowl\nI dial a new style, tell me 'bout ooh, child\nAnother victory, it's mystery\nI smoke your skull, your brain'll come blistery\nAll fuzzy, dirty, dizzy, does he\nGet the fix he needs? Remember how blistery?\nYou ain't ready for the Freddy of rap\nYou can't kill me, I step into your dreams, you feel me\nSlicin your life away, just like my mic today\nI eat you the psycho way, I'm rippin shit right away\nI treat you like a bitch in a ditch off of angel dust\nTake you to a roof, sure you can fly, just jump slut\nYou think you might say a rhyme, then someone might order like\nYou couldn't wet shit up in a motherfuckin water fight\nAll lockjaw, look at the props, y'all\nSo proud of, sure, suck my encores\nSwingin a bolo, your flow go solo\nI'ma smoke ya\nIt's time to yoke the joker\n\nThe only way you would be gettin dissed, jumped like a girlie\nIs if your father would've bothered to pull it out early\nYou ain't got a single drip drop, you're stripped of hip-hop\nIf I see ya disagree, you'll be gettin your shit dropped\nIt's extended version, the side you can't fuck with\nYou'll get the jimmy, MC, you're swift to kick the bucket\nI'm tired of Mr. Nice Guy, place your price high\nBet on a battle rhymer, tell my chances are sky high\nNever would you ever get the thrill to say, \"Yo, sweat\nY'know that kid Treach, I took him out, he was no threat\"\nBecause you know I'm better than that on my worst day\nDickin' competition's what I do in the worst way\nQuick to do a hit for ya, most likely I spoiled ya\nOr brought ya, ignored ya, then broadly floored ya\nThe proof is in the puddin, my collar ain't wooden\nIt takes more than an axe to tax, bless the children\nPhysically, facially, racially made to be\nCrazily paid, a G, what a fuckin way to be\nHot damn, I'm a man with a hand plan\nPimp smack that, then attract the new game plan\nEat your big beef, digest the rest, test\nShit, I was slept yet, then go to the next step\nThat's what I do, that's what I say, that's what I live\nThat's what I prove, that's what I move, that's what I give\nMakin other brothers wanna go home and write shit\nBite what I might get, then up and say, \"I quit\"\nMe gettin got? 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(Yo, Treach)\n  Yoke the joker\n\n  There are too many overnight MC's but one\n  And too many who haven't paid dues\n  You have now entered the frost of the Flavor Unit\n  And we, Naughty By Nature, will get our just do\n  By terminating you\n\n  I can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat\n  Take that ass to the point you have to ask for your ass back\n  A fuckin joker smoker, taunted by no one\n  If I was born in Chun Li's temple I would've turned out a shogun\n  Smack the any-and-all talk, jokers I can't hawk\n  And all that shit I hear about me losin is small talk\n  I ain't a punk or slouch and furthermore, I don't scare chief\n  The reason I called you 'pussy' cos you are what you eat, each\n  Lick is a little closer to the centre of a Blow Pop\n  Don't speak when I am talkin, this is my fuckin sho-op\n  How dare you even try me? Don't you know you'll be funky while\n  He's smilin backstage doin your mother, ugh, doggystyle?\n  I'm wild, raw, a whore and still suave\n  Check out this style that I've\n  Soul-simulated, sounds from a stocky\n  Semi-social, never seem sloppy\n  See, silly slappin suckers, sorry saps and slouches\n  Straps slam in style, smackin, this man's a savage\n  Least see so-so-songs and some shots, so\n  Snatch seven samples, start slowly, go solo\n  Set the cassette stereo, sounds diffin\n  Strip the Sagittarius and marriage is a system\n  Smoke the joker three times over\n  And owe her\n  Go with the flow or I'm about to yoke a joker\n\n  All that straight-faced shit like your heart had been through\n  Smile and give your face somethin the fuck to do\n  You ugly, smugly, squiggly, dilly-wrinkled faced bastard\n  Someone needs to hit-and-run it and run your ass over backwards\n  Let's giddy up, yep yep, another fuck up\n  Grab your microphone, battle time, sure 'nough\n  Any freestyle I see while I prowl\n  I dial a new style, tell me 'bout ooh, child\n  Another victory, it's mystery\n  I smoke your skull, your brain'll come blistery\n  All fuzzy, dirty, dizzy, does he\n  Get the fix he needs? Remember how blistery?\n  You ain't ready for the Freddy of rap\n  You can't kill me, I step into your dreams, you feel me\n  Slicin your life away, just like my mic today\n  I eat you the psycho way, I'm rippin shit right away\n  I treat you like a bitch in a ditch off of angel dust\n  Take you to a roof, sure you can fly, just jump slut\n  You think you might say a rhyme, then someone might order like\n  You couldn't wet shit up in a motherfuckin water fight\n  All lockjaw, look at the props, y'all\n  So proud of, sure, suck my encores\n  Swingin a bolo, your flow go solo\n  I'ma smoke ya\n  It's time to yoke the joker\n\n  The only way you would be gettin dissed, jumped like a girlie\n  Is if your father would've bothered to pull it out early\n  You ain't got a single drip drop, you're stripped of hip-hop\n  If I see ya disagree, you'll be gettin your shit dropped\n  It's extended version, the side you can't fuck with\n  You'll get the jimmy, MC, you're swift to kick the bucket\n  I'm tired of Mr. Nice Guy, place your price high\n  Bet on a battle rhymer, tell my chances are sky high\n  Never would you ever get the thrill to say, \"Yo, sweat\n  Y'know that kid Treach, I took him out, he was no threat\"\n  Because you know I'm better than that on my worst day\n  Dickin' competition's what I do in the worst way\n  Quick to do a hit for ya, most likely I spoiled ya\n  Or brought ya, ignored ya, then broadly floored ya\n  The proof is in the puddin, my collar ain't wooden\n  It takes more than an axe to tax, bless the children\n  Physically, facially, racially made to be\n  Crazily paid, a G, what a fuckin way to be\n  Hot damn, I'm a man with a hand plan\n  Pimp smack that, then attract the new game plan\n  Eat your big beef, digest the rest, test\n  Shit, I was slept yet, then go to the next step\n  That's what I do, that's what I say, that's what I live\n  That's what I prove, that's what I move, that's what I give\n  Makin other brothers wanna go home and write shit\n  Bite what I might get, then up and say, \"I quit\"\n  Me gettin got? Oh, what a beautiful thought from you\n  Ain't it amazing want some paper plus a pen and tongue can do?\n  Yoke the joker\n"},{"id":15344630,"name":"Naughty By Nature - Yoke The Joker (Music Video)","trackName":"Naughty By Nature - Yoke The Joker (Music Video)","artistName":"TheHipHopSyko","albumName":"TheHipHopSyko Videos","duration":316.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm telling you, I want this done quick, in and out\nI want all that black market shit, everything\nGrab all the tapes, all the cassettes\nWho is it?\nWhere the shit? Everybody on the floor, nobody move\nWhere the shit? (Yo, Treach)\nYoke the joker\n\nThere are too many overnight MC's but one\nAnd too many who haven't paid dues\nYou have now entered the frost of the Flavor Unit\nAnd we, Naughty By Nature, will get our just do\nBy terminating you\n\nI can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat\nTake that ass to the point you have to ask for your ass back\nA fuckin joker smoker, taunted by no one\nIf I was born in Chun Li's temple I would've turned out a shogun\nSmack the any-and-all talk, jokers I can't hawk\nAnd all that shit I hear about me losin is small talk\nI ain't a punk or slouch and furthermore, I don't scare chief\nThe reason I called you 'pussy' cos you are what you eat, each\nLick is a little closer to the centre of a Blow Pop\nDon't speak when I am talkin, this is my fuckin sho-op\nHow dare you even try me? Don't you know you'll be funky while\nHe's smilin backstage doin your mother, ugh, doggystyle?\nI'm wild, raw, a whore and still suave\nCheck out this style that I've\nSoul-simulated, sounds from a stocky\nSemi-social, never seem sloppy\nSee, silly slappin suckers, sorry saps and slouches\nStraps slam in style, smackin, this man's a savage\nLeast see so-so-songs and some shots, so\nSnatch seven samples, start slowly, go solo\nSet the cassette stereo, sounds diffin\nStrip the Sagittarius and marriage is a system\nSmoke the joker three times over\nAnd owe her\nGo with the flow or I'm about to yoke a joker\n\nAll that straight-faced shit like your heart had been through\nSmile and give your face somethin the fuck to do\nYou ugly, smugly, squiggly, dilly-wrinkled faced bastard\nSomeone needs to hit-and-run it and run your ass over backwards\nLet's giddy up, yep yep, another fuck up\nGrab your microphone, battle time, sure 'nough\nAny freestyle I see while I prowl\nI dial a new style, tell me 'bout ooh, child\nAnother victory, it's mystery\nI smoke your skull, your brain'll come blistery\nAll fuzzy, dirty, dizzy, does he\nGet the fix he needs? Remember how blistery?\nYou ain't ready for the Freddy of rap\nYou can't kill me, I step into your dreams, you feel me\nSlicin your life away, just like my mic today\nI eat you the psycho way, I'm rippin shit right away\nI treat you like a bitch in a ditch off of angel dust\nTake you to a roof, sure you can fly, just jump slut\nYou think you might say a rhyme, then someone might order like\nYou couldn't wet shit up in a motherfuckin water fight\nAll lockjaw, look at the props, y'all\nSo proud of, sure, suck my encores\nSwingin a bolo, your flow go solo\nI'ma smoke ya\nIt's time to yoke the joker\n\nThe only way you would be gettin dissed, jumped like a girlie\nIs if your father would've bothered to pull it out early\nYou ain't got a single drip drop, you're stripped of hip-hop\nIf I see ya disagree, you'll be gettin your shit dropped\nIt's extended version, the side you can't fuck with\nYou'll get the jimmy, MC, you're swift to kick the bucket\nI'm tired of Mr. Nice Guy, place your price high\nBet on a battle rhymer, tell my chances are sky high\nNever would you ever get the thrill to say, \"Yo, sweat\nY'know that kid Treach, I took him out, he was no threat\"\nBecause you know I'm better than that on my worst day\nDickin' competition's what I do in the worst way\nQuick to do a hit for ya, most likely I spoiled ya\nOr brought ya, ignored ya, then broadly floored ya\nThe proof is in the puddin, my collar ain't wooden\nIt takes more than an axe to tax, bless the children\nPhysically, facially, racially made to be\nCrazily paid, a G, what a fuckin way to be\nHot damn, I'm a man with a hand plan\nPimp smack that, then attract the new game plan\nEat your big beef, digest the rest, test\nShit, I was slept yet, then go to the next step\nThat's what I do, that's what I say, that's what I live\nThat's what I prove, that's what I move, that's what I give\nMakin other brothers wanna go home and write shit\nBite what I might get, then up and say, \"I quit\"\nMe gettin got? Oh, what a beautiful thought from you\nAin't it amazing want some paper plus a pen and tongue can do?\nYoke the joker","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Naughty By Nature - Yoke The Joker (Music Video)\n  artist: TheHipHopSyko\n  album: TheHipHopSyko Videos\n  duration_ms: 316000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I'm telling you, I want this done quick, in and out\n  I want all that black market shit, everything\n  Grab all the tapes, all the cassettes\n  Who is it?\n  Where the shit? Everybody on the floor, nobody move\n  Where the shit? (Yo, Treach)\n  Yoke the joker\n\n  There are too many overnight MC's but one\n  And too many who haven't paid dues\n  You have now entered the frost of the Flavor Unit\n  And we, Naughty By Nature, will get our just do\n  By terminating you\n\n  I can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat\n  Take that ass to the point you have to ask for your ass back\n  A fuckin joker smoker, taunted by no one\n  If I was born in Chun Li's temple I would've turned out a shogun\n  Smack the any-and-all talk, jokers I can't hawk\n  And all that shit I hear about me losin is small talk\n  I ain't a punk or slouch and furthermore, I don't scare chief\n  The reason I called you 'pussy' cos you are what you eat, each\n  Lick is a little closer to the centre of a Blow Pop\n  Don't speak when I am talkin, this is my fuckin sho-op\n  How dare you even try me? Don't you know you'll be funky while\n  He's smilin backstage doin your mother, ugh, doggystyle?\n  I'm wild, raw, a whore and still suave\n  Check out this style that I've\n  Soul-simulated, sounds from a stocky\n  Semi-social, never seem sloppy\n  See, silly slappin suckers, sorry saps and slouches\n  Straps slam in style, smackin, this man's a savage\n  Least see so-so-songs and some shots, so\n  Snatch seven samples, start slowly, go solo\n  Set the cassette stereo, sounds diffin\n  Strip the Sagittarius and marriage is a system\n  Smoke the joker three times over\n  And owe her\n  Go with the flow or I'm about to yoke a joker\n\n  All that straight-faced shit like your heart had been through\n  Smile and give your face somethin the fuck to do\n  You ugly, smugly, squiggly, dilly-wrinkled faced bastard\n  Someone needs to hit-and-run it and run your ass over backwards\n  Let's giddy up, yep yep, another fuck up\n  Grab your microphone, battle time, sure 'nough\n  Any freestyle I see while I prowl\n  I dial a new style, tell me 'bout ooh, child\n  Another victory, it's mystery\n  I smoke your skull, your brain'll come blistery\n  All fuzzy, dirty, dizzy, does he\n  Get the fix he needs? Remember how blistery?\n  You ain't ready for the Freddy of rap\n  You can't kill me, I step into your dreams, you feel me\n  Slicin your life away, just like my mic today\n  I eat you the psycho way, I'm rippin shit right away\n  I treat you like a bitch in a ditch off of angel dust\n  Take you to a roof, sure you can fly, just jump slut\n  You think you might say a rhyme, then someone might order like\n  You couldn't wet shit up in a motherfuckin water fight\n  All lockjaw, look at the props, y'all\n  So proud of, sure, suck my encores\n  Swingin a bolo, your flow go solo\n  I'ma smoke ya\n  It's time to yoke the joker\n\n  The only way you would be gettin dissed, jumped like a girlie\n  Is if your father would've bothered to pull it out early\n  You ain't got a single drip drop, you're stripped of hip-hop\n  If I see ya disagree, you'll be gettin your shit dropped\n  It's extended version, the side you can't fuck with\n  You'll get the jimmy, MC, you're swift to kick the bucket\n  I'm tired of Mr. Nice Guy, place your price high\n  Bet on a battle rhymer, tell my chances are sky high\n  Never would you ever get the thrill to say, \"Yo, sweat\n  Y'know that kid Treach, I took him out, he was no threat\"\n  Because you know I'm better than that on my worst day\n  Dickin' competition's what I do in the worst way\n  Quick to do a hit for ya, most likely I spoiled ya\n  Or brought ya, ignored ya, then broadly floored ya\n  The proof is in the puddin, my collar ain't wooden\n  It takes more than an axe to tax, bless the children\n  Physically, facially, racially made to be\n  Crazily paid, a G, what a fuckin way to be\n  Hot damn, I'm a man with a hand plan\n  Pimp smack that, then attract the new game plan\n  Eat your big beef, digest the rest, test\n  Shit, I was slept yet, then go to the next step\n  That's what I do, that's what I say, that's what I live\n  That's what I prove, that's what I move, that's what I give\n  Makin other brothers wanna go home and write shit\n  Bite what I might get, then up and say, \"I quit\"\n  Me gettin got? Oh, what a beautiful thought from you\n  Ain't it amazing want some paper plus a pen and tongue can do?\n  Yoke the joker\n"}]