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Uhh\nThat's my nine in you, feelin nauseous that's my rhyme in you\nI swing funk like numchuks my game's death\nThat's cool when I blind fools like Kareem Abdul\nHot like lava's fire, sometimes I get more higher than Cheech\nMy funk speech make words wear sun visors\nI'm gettin down with the funk in your trunk\nDef Squad's in the house, with the ... for all you punks\n\n\"Coming down the block man loud as fuck\nYou would swear Redman was inside the trunk\" -- Q-Tip\n(Repeat 4X)\n\nAhhh, I'm just as high as three peeled up motherfuckers\nDef Squad's in the house, with the ... for you suckers\nPunks, y'all chumps, I blew the frame once twice\nI'm dumb nice, I bring my worst lyrics to a gunfight\nThe top notch, nah fuck that, that notch's topped\nI'm off the meter, I make computer's catch amenesia\nI'm swifter than roller blades on Icecapades\nI'm Fearless like Four plus I'm cool like braids\nMy grammar, slam from here to York, Alabama\nI never pull my pants up, I'm nutty like Planters\nMy style gets Death like Row or Def like Jeff\nDef like Jam or Squad, or death like Meth\nOne two! Big up to my niggaz on one deuce\nThat cocks snaps and busts back at the boys in...\nRrrrrah! With weed for you!\nWho says I can't burn shit up just like Lisa Lopez?\nI'm cause the ruckus, my area is fucked up\nYou better off calling them Power Ranger motherfuckers\nCause Redman will bomb just like Sadaam\nWhen I'm loose I'm worldwide like triple fat goose\nHeavily armed\n\n\"Coming down the block man, loud as fuck\nYou would swear Redman was inside the trunk\" -- Q-Tip\n(Repeat 4X)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.35] We, hah!\n[00:02.98] This is Funk Doctor Spock!\n[00:05.74] As we look, at our clocks\n[00:08.42] We gonna take you, on a ship to another journey\n[00:12.92] To the Darkside\n[00:14.58] Hah, we've conquered, new evidence, that there is life\n[00:21.37] My funk prognosis make my brains come uncoast\n[00:24.34] One hundred percent funk runs blood straight through your nose\n[00:27.06] I don't have to be Madonna, to make your eyes freeze\n[00:30.15] Visine's for eyes when you smoke the thai weed\n[00:32.74] For this, you need a journalist scientist\n[00:35.00] Keep your eye in this, funk cosmical, far from logical\n[00:38.16] I blow the spot up in any hood or boondox\n[00:40.21] Make the bully of the block move and get new locks\n[00:43.47] Now who kicks that phenomical astronomical? Uhh\n[00:46.13] That's my nine in you, feelin nauseous that's my rhyme in you\n[00:49.18] I swing funk like numchuks my game's death\n[00:51.31] That's cool when I blind fools like Kareem Abdul\n[00:54.34] Hot like lava's fire, sometimes I get more higher than Cheech\n[00:57.42] My funk speech make words wear sun visors\n[00:59.91] I'm gettin down with the funk in your trunk\n[01:02.16] Def Squad's in the house, with the ... for all you punks\n[01:05.06] \"Coming down the block man loud as fuck\n[01:07.65] You would swear Redman was inside the trunk\" -- Q-Tip\n[01:10.52] (Repeat 4X)\n[01:26.37] Ahhh, I'm just as high as three peeled up motherfuckers\n[01:28.82] Def Squad's in the house, with the ... for you suckers\n[01:32.19] Punks, y'all chumps, I blew the frame once twice\n[01:35.33] I'm dumb nice, I bring my worst lyrics to a gunfight\n[01:37.52] The top notch, nah fuck that, that notch's topped\n[01:40.17] I'm off the meter, I make computer's catch amenesia\n[01:42.69] I'm swifter than roller blades on Icecapades\n[01:45.50] I'm Fearless like Four plus I'm cool like braids\n[01:48.01] My grammar, slam from here to York, Alabama\n[01:50.52] I never pull my pants up, I'm nutty like Planters\n[01:53.32] My style gets Death like Row or Def like Jeff\n[01:55.30] Def like Jam or Squad, or death like Meth\n[01:58.99] One two! Big up to my niggaz on one deuce\n[02:01.16] That cocks snaps and busts back at the boys in...\n[02:03.26] Rrrrrah! With weed for you!\n[02:06.74] Who says I can't burn shit up just like Lisa Lopez?\n[02:09.71] I'm cause the ruckus, my area is fucked up\n[02:12.27] You better off calling them Power Ranger motherfuckers\n[02:15.11] Cause Redman will bomb just like Sadaam\n[02:17.42] When I'm loose I'm worldwide like triple fat goose\n[02:20.34] Heavily armed\n[02:22.94] \"Coming down the block man, loud as fuck\n[02:28.11] You would swear Redman was inside the trunk\" -- Q-Tip\n[02:31.35] (Repeat 4X)\n[02:47.48] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Funkorama\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Funkorama\n  duration_ms: 187000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: We, hah!\n  start_ms: 350\n  end_ms: 2980\n- text: This is Funk Doctor Spock!\n  start_ms: 2980\n  end_ms: 5740\n- text: As we look, at our clocks\n  start_ms: 5740\n  end_ms: 8420\n- text: We gonna take you, on a ship to another journey\n  start_ms: 8420\n  end_ms: 12920\n- text: To the Darkside\n  start_ms: 12920\n  end_ms: 14580\n- text: Hah, we've conquered, new evidence, that there is life\n  start_ms: 14580\n  end_ms: 21370\n- text: My funk prognosis make my brains come uncoast\n  start_ms: 21370\n  end_ms: 24340\n- text: One hundred percent funk runs blood straight through your nose\n  start_ms: 24340\n  end_ms: 27060\n- text: I don't have to be Madonna, to make your eyes freeze\n  start_ms: 27060\n  end_ms: 30150\n- text: Visine's for eyes when you smoke the thai weed\n  start_ms: 30150\n  end_ms: 32740\n- text: For this, you need a journalist scientist\n  start_ms: 32740\n  end_ms: 35000\n- text: Keep your eye in this, funk cosmical, far from logical\n  start_ms: 35000\n  end_ms: 38160\n- text: I blow the spot up in any hood or boondox\n  start_ms: 38160\n  end_ms: 40210\n- text: Make the bully of the block move and get new locks\n  start_ms: 40210\n  end_ms: 43470\n- text: Now who kicks that phenomical astronomical? 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Big up to my niggaz on one deuce\nThat cocks snaps and busts back at the boys in...\nRrrrrah! With weed for you!\nWho says I can't burn shit up just like Lisa Lopez?\nI'm cause the ruckus, my area is fucked up\nYou better off calling them Power Ranger motherfuckers\nCause Redman will bomb just like Sadaam\nWhen I'm loose I'm worldwide like triple fat goose\nHeavily armed\n\n\"Coming down the block man, loud as fuck\nYou would swear Redman was inside the trunk\" -- Q-Tip\n(Repeat 4X)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.35] We, hah!\n[00:02.98] This is Funk Doctor Spock!\n[00:05.74] As we look, at our clocks\n[00:08.42] We gonna take you, on a ship to another journey\n[00:12.92] To the Darkside\n[00:14.58] Hah, we've conquered, new evidence, that there is life\n[00:21.37] My funk prognosis make my brains come uncoast\n[00:24.34] One hundred percent funk runs blood straight through your nose\n[00:27.06] I don't have to be Madonna, to make your eyes freeze\n[00:30.15] Visine's for eyes when you smoke the thai weed\n[00:32.74] For this, you need a journalist scientist\n[00:35.00] Keep your eye in this, funk cosmical, far from logical\n[00:38.16] I blow the spot up in any hood or boondox\n[00:40.21] Make the bully of the block move and get new locks\n[00:43.47] Now who kicks that phenomical astronomical? 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Big up to my niggaz on one deuce\n[02:01.16] That cocks snaps and busts back at the boys in...\n[02:03.26] Rrrrrah! With weed for you!\n[02:06.74] Who says I can't burn shit up just like Lisa Lopez?\n[02:09.71] I'm cause the ruckus, my area is fucked up\n[02:12.27] You better off calling them Power Ranger motherfuckers\n[02:15.11] Cause Redman will bomb just like Sadaam\n[02:17.42] When I'm loose I'm worldwide like triple fat goose\n[02:20.34] Heavily armed\n[02:22.94] \"Coming down the block man, loud as fuck\n[02:28.11] You would swear Redman was inside the trunk\" -- Q-Tip\n[02:31.35] (Repeat 4X)\n[02:47.48] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Funkorama\n  artist: Redman\n  album: 1996 Hot 100\n  duration_ms: 188000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: We, hah!\n  start_ms: 350\n  end_ms: 2980\n- text: This is Funk Doctor Spock!\n  start_ms: 2980\n  end_ms: 5740\n- text: As we look, at our clocks\n  start_ms: 5740\n  end_ms: 8420\n- text: We gonna take you, on a ship to another journey\n  start_ms: 8420\n  end_ms: 12920\n- text: To the Darkside\n  start_ms: 12920\n  end_ms: 14580\n- text: Hah, we've conquered, new evidence, that there is life\n  start_ms: 14580\n  end_ms: 21370\n- text: My funk prognosis make my brains come uncoast\n  start_ms: 21370\n  end_ms: 24340\n- text: One hundred percent funk runs blood straight through your nose\n  start_ms: 24340\n  end_ms: 27060\n- text: I don't have to be Madonna, to make your eyes freeze\n  start_ms: 27060\n  end_ms: 30150\n- text: Visine's for eyes when you smoke the thai weed\n  start_ms: 30150\n  end_ms: 32740\n- text: For this, you need a journalist scientist\n  start_ms: 32740\n  end_ms: 35000\n- text: Keep your eye in this, funk cosmical, far from logical\n  start_ms: 35000\n  end_ms: 38160\n- text: I blow the spot up in any hood or boondox\n  start_ms: 38160\n  end_ms: 40210\n- text: Make the bully of the block move and get new locks\n  start_ms: 40210\n  end_ms: 43470\n- text: Now who kicks that phenomical astronomical? 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Big up to my niggaz on one deuce\n[02:01.16] That cocks snaps and busts back at the boys in...\n[02:03.26] Rrrrrah! 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With weed for you!\nWho says I can't burn shit up just like Lisa Lopez?\nI'm cause the ruckus, my area is fucked up\nYou better off calling them Power Ranger motherfuckers\nCause Redman will bomb just like Sadaam\nWhen I'm loose I'm worldwide like triple fat goose\nHeavily armed\n\n\"Coming down the block man, loud as fuck\nYou would swear Redman was inside the trunk\" -- Q-Tip\n(Repeat 4X)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.35] We, hah!\n[00:02.98] This is Funk Doctor Spock!\n[00:05.74] As we look, at our clocks\n[00:08.42] We gonna take you, on a ship to another journey\n[00:12.92] To the Darkside\n[00:14.58] Hah, we've conquered, new evidence, that there is life\n[00:21.37] My funk prognosis make my brains come uncoast\n[00:24.34] One hundred percent funk runs blood straight through your nose\n[00:27.06] I don't have to be Madonna, to make your eyes freeze\n[00:30.15] Visine's for eyes when you smoke the thai weed\n[00:32.74] For this, you need a journalist scientist\n[00:35.00] Keep your eye in this, funk cosmical, far from logical\n[00:38.16] I blow the spot up in any hood or boondox\n[00:40.21] Make the bully of the block move and get new locks\n[00:43.47] Now who kicks that phenomical astronomical? 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With weed for you!\n[02:06.74] Who says I can't burn shit up just like Lisa Lopez?\n[02:09.71] I'm cause the ruckus, my area is fucked up\n[02:12.27] You better off calling them Power Ranger motherfuckers\n[02:15.11] Cause Redman will bomb just like Sadaam\n[02:17.42] When I'm loose I'm worldwide like triple fat goose\n[02:20.34] Heavily armed\n[02:22.94] \"Coming down the block man, loud as fuck\n[02:28.11] You would swear Redman was inside the trunk\" -- Q-Tip\n[02:31.35] (Repeat 4X)\n[02:47.48] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Funkorama\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Remixes, Rarities & Collaborations\n  duration_ms: 176039\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: We, hah!\n  start_ms: 350\n  end_ms: 2980\n- text: This is Funk Doctor Spock!\n  start_ms: 2980\n  end_ms: 5740\n- text: As we look, at our clocks\n  start_ms: 5740\n  end_ms: 8420\n- text: We gonna take you, on a ship to another journey\n  start_ms: 8420\n  end_ms: 12920\n- text: To the Darkside\n  start_ms: 12920\n  end_ms: 14580\n- text: Hah, we've conquered, new evidence, that there is life\n  start_ms: 14580\n  end_ms: 21370\n- text: My funk prognosis make my brains come uncoast\n  start_ms: 21370\n  end_ms: 24340\n- text: One hundred percent funk runs blood straight through your nose\n  start_ms: 24340\n  end_ms: 27060\n- text: I don't have to be Madonna, to make your eyes freeze\n  start_ms: 27060\n  end_ms: 30150\n- text: Visine's for eyes when you smoke the thai weed\n  start_ms: 30150\n  end_ms: 32740\n- text: For this, you need a journalist scientist\n  start_ms: 32740\n  end_ms: 35000\n- text: Keep your eye in this, funk cosmical, far from logical\n  start_ms: 35000\n  end_ms: 38160\n- text: I blow the spot up in any hood or boondox\n  start_ms: 38160\n  end_ms: 40210\n- text: Make the bully of the block move and get new locks\n  start_ms: 40210\n  end_ms: 43470\n- text: Now who kicks that phenomical astronomical? 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Big up to my niggaz on one deuce\n[02:01.16] That cocks snaps and busts back at the boys in...\n[02:03.26] Rrrrrah! With weed for you!\n[02:06.74] Who says I can't burn shit up just like Lisa Lopez?\n[02:09.71] I'm cause the ruckus, my area is fucked up\n[02:12.27] You better off calling them Power Ranger motherfuckers\n[02:15.11] Cause Redman will bomb just like Sadaam\n[02:17.42] When I'm loose I'm worldwide like triple fat goose\n[02:20.34] Heavily armed\n[02:22.94] \"Coming down the block man, loud as fuck\n[02:28.11] You would swear Redman was inside the trunk\" -- Q-Tip\n[02:31.35] (Repeat 4X)\n[02:47.48] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Funkorama\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Insomnia\n  duration_ms: 182836\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: We, hah!\n  start_ms: 350\n  end_ms: 2980\n- text: This is Funk Doctor Spock!\n  start_ms: 2980\n  end_ms: 5740\n- text: As we look, at our clocks\n  start_ms: 5740\n  end_ms: 8420\n- text: We gonna take you, on a ship to another journey\n  start_ms: 8420\n  end_ms: 12920\n- text: To the Darkside\n  start_ms: 12920\n  end_ms: 14580\n- text: Hah, we've conquered, new evidence, that there is life\n  start_ms: 14580\n  end_ms: 21370\n- text: My funk prognosis make my brains come uncoast\n  start_ms: 21370\n  end_ms: 24340\n- text: One hundred percent funk runs blood straight through your nose\n  start_ms: 24340\n  end_ms: 27060\n- text: I don't have to be Madonna, to make your eyes freeze\n  start_ms: 27060\n  end_ms: 30150\n- text: Visine's for eyes when you smoke the thai weed\n  start_ms: 30150\n  end_ms: 32740\n- text: For this, you need a journalist scientist\n  start_ms: 32740\n  end_ms: 35000\n- text: Keep your eye in this, funk cosmical, far from logical\n  start_ms: 35000\n  end_ms: 38160\n- text: I blow the spot up in any hood or boondox\n  start_ms: 38160\n  end_ms: 40210\n- text: Make the bully of the block move and get new locks\n  start_ms: 40210\n  end_ms: 43470\n- text: Now who kicks that phenomical astronomical? 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Big up to my niggaz on one deuce\n[02:01.16] That cocks snaps and busts back at the boys in...\n[02:03.26] rrrrrah! With weed for you!\n[02:06.74] Who says I can't burn shit up just like Lisa Lopez?\n[02:09.71] I'm cause the ruckus, my area is fucked up\n[02:12.27] You better off calling them Power Ranger motherfuckers\n[02:15.11] Cause Redman will bomb just like Sadaam\n[02:17.42] When I'm loose I'm worldwide like triple fat goose\n[02:20.34] Heavily armed\n[02:22.94] \"Coming down the block man, loud as fuck\n[02:28.11] You would swear Redman was inside the trunk\" -- Q-Tip\n[02:31.35] (repeat 4X)\n[02:47.48] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Funkorama 128 JS (3.04)\n  artist: Redman\n  album: '1996'\n  duration_ms: 183000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: We, hah!\n  start_ms: 350\n  end_ms: 2980\n- text: This is Funk Doctor Spock!\n  start_ms: 2980\n  end_ms: 5740\n- text: As we look, at our clocks\n  start_ms: 5740\n  end_ms: 8420\n- text: We gonna take you, on a ship to another journey\n  start_ms: 8420\n  end_ms: 12920\n- text: to the Darkside\n  start_ms: 12920\n  end_ms: 14580\n- text: Hah, we've conquered, new evidence, that there is life\n  start_ms: 14580\n  end_ms: 21370\n- text: My funk prognosis make my brains come uncoast\n  start_ms: 21370\n  end_ms: 24340\n- text: One hundred percent funk runs blood straight through your nose\n  start_ms: 24340\n  end_ms: 27060\n- text: I don't have to be Madonna, to make your eyes freeze\n  start_ms: 27060\n  end_ms: 30150\n- text: Visine's for eyes when you smoke the thai weed\n  start_ms: 30150\n  end_ms: 32740\n- text: For this, you need a journalist scientist\n  start_ms: 32740\n  end_ms: 35000\n- text: Keep your eye in this, funk cosmical, far from logical\n  start_ms: 35000\n  end_ms: 38160\n- text: I blow the spot up in any hood or boondox\n  start_ms: 38160\n  end_ms: 40210\n- text: Make the bully of the block move and get new locks\n  start_ms: 40210\n  end_ms: 43470\n- text: Now who kicks that phenomical astronomical? 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Fresh mission\nSo I advise you protect your neck, the futuristic\nGandula, E.D. funk maneuver sword dueler\nYou can't duplicate the breed, it's human nature\nAll you can do is feel the vapor\n\nI hear music in the sky\nYes, I hear music\nAnd I get down\nOh, I get down\nI get down like that\nI hear music in the sky\nYes, I hear music\nAnd I get down\nOh, I get down\nI get down like that\n\nCaution, your hearing aid is needed, stay weeded\nI'm consecutively bleeding, ear drums repeated\nThe bomb Z, tokin the heater since I was a fetus\nRockin Adidas when I first sipped on Easy Jesus\nCopacetic, how you like it, whole or shredded?\nMics get breaded, sauteed, cause I'm a pro at wettin\nI'm gettin, what's smarter than Agent 86?\nYou beatin me one-on-one then that fight's crazy fixed\nOpen up that chest like Vicks, when I write 'em\nThen leave you marks brains more questioned than asylum\nYou got a crew? You better tell 'em, or hide 'em\nI stay more focused than wide lens when I'm inside 'em\nYo E, scream on these stinkin MC's\nThree times three, reality, virtuality can't see\nI plant seeds in MC's that can't fertilize they rhymes\nI drop lines 'til they can't breathe\nShucky ducky quack quack on that ass crack\nGot blast on, I blast back, funk-o-rama\nI got a trunk of trauma, to smoke constant\nDramas caused by the bomb shit, love your mama\n\nI hear music in the sky\nYes, I hear music\nAnd I get down\nOh, I get down\nI get down like that\nI hear music in the sky\nYes, I hear music\nAnd I get down\nOh, I get down\nI get down like that\n\nNineteen nine sixty, that's why\nThat's why\nOh, I get down\nI get down like that","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Funkorama (remix 2)\n  artist: Erick Sermon feat. 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Fresh mission\n  So I advise you protect your neck, the futuristic\n  Gandula, E.D. funk maneuver sword dueler\n  You can't duplicate the breed, it's human nature\n  All you can do is feel the vapor\n\n  I hear music in the sky\n  Yes, I hear music\n  And I get down\n  Oh, I get down\n  I get down like that\n  I hear music in the sky\n  Yes, I hear music\n  And I get down\n  Oh, I get down\n  I get down like that\n\n  Caution, your hearing aid is needed, stay weeded\n  I'm consecutively bleeding, ear drums repeated\n  The bomb Z, tokin the heater since I was a fetus\n  Rockin Adidas when I first sipped on Easy Jesus\n  Copacetic, how you like it, whole or shredded?\n  Mics get breaded, sauteed, cause I'm a pro at wettin\n  I'm gettin, what's smarter than Agent 86?\n  You beatin me one-on-one then that fight's crazy fixed\n  Open up that chest like Vicks, when I write 'em\n  Then leave you marks brains more questioned than asylum\n  You got a crew? You better tell 'em, or hide 'em\n  I stay more focused than wide lens when I'm inside 'em\n  Yo E, scream on these stinkin MC's\n  Three times three, reality, virtuality can't see\n  I plant seeds in MC's that can't fertilize they rhymes\n  I drop lines 'til they can't breathe\n  Shucky ducky quack quack on that ass crack\n  Got blast on, I blast back, funk-o-rama\n  I got a trunk of trauma, to smoke constant\n  Dramas caused by the bomb shit, love your mama\n\n  I hear music in the sky\n  Yes, I hear music\n  And I get down\n  Oh, I get down\n  I get down like that\n  I hear music in the sky\n  Yes, I hear music\n  And I get down\n  Oh, I get down\n  I get down like that\n\n  Nineteen nine sixty, that's why\n  That's why\n  Oh, I get down\n  I get down like that\n"},{"id":36768686,"name":"Funkorama Double Green Remix","trackName":"Funkorama Double Green Remix","artistName":"Erick Sermon, Erick Sermon, Redman & Redman","albumName":"Green Eyed Remixes","duration":168.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ahhhhhhh\nHuh?\nYeah\nOne room\nRepresentin\nDef Squad coast\nYeah\nHuh\nY'all know about that\nCheck it\n\nIt goes knick-knack paddy whack give a dog a bone\nYou a customer, so kneel before me the E (uh huh)\nMatter of fact, like the group home, give me dap (yeah)\nFor being the first one to bring the zack clap to rap\nLook at that, I got the whole house jumpin\nOff the hook, like my Little Black Book (uh huh)\nThe original flavor, Run-DMC era\nMicrophone terror, so who can do it better?\nI'm in the mixture, I recite funk scripture\nFreeze you, like Kodak picture, cheese\nExpertise, doper than these grown trees\nI'm on the money, strapped, so you can call me gunny\nCry hyper, professional lyrical sniper\nWho comes tighter, than a virgin, servin (I do)\nLast chance, so if you wanna go the rounds\nWith the Def Squad, motherfucker let's dance\n\nFunkorama, yeah the place to be\nFor the underground, to groove to the funk sound\nSo relax your mind, let your conscience be free\nWith E and R-E-D, we get down like that\nFunkorama, yeah the place to be\nFor the underground, to groove to the funk sound\nSo relax your mind, let your conscience be free\nWith E and R-E-D, cause we get down like that\n\nCaution, your hearing aid is needed, stay weeded\nI'm consecutively bleeding eardrums, repeat it\nThe bomb Z tokin the heater since I was a fetus\nRockin Adidas when I first sipped on Easy Jesus\nCopacetic, how you like it, whole or shredded?\nMics get breaded, sauteed, cause I'm a pro at wettin\nI'm gettin, much smarter than Agent 86\nYou beatin me one-on-one? Then that fight's crazy fixed\nOpen up that chest like Vicks, when I write em\nThen leave you marks brains more questioned than Asylum\nYou got a crew? You better tell em, or hide em\nI stay more focused than wide lens when I'm inside em\nYo E, scream on these stinkin MC's\nThree times triviality, virtuality, can't see\nI plant seeds in MC's that can't\nFertilize they rhymes, I drop lines til they can't breathe\nShucky ducky quack quack, on that ass crack\nGot blast on, I blast back, funkorama\nI got a trunk of trauma, to smoke constant\nTraumas caused by the bomb shit, love your mama\n\nFunkorama, yeah the place to be\nFor the underground, to groove to the funk sound\nSo relax your mind, let your conscience be free\nWith E and R-E-D, we get down like that\nFunkorama, yeah the place to be\nFor the underground, to groove to the funk sound\nSo relax your mind, let your conscience be free\nWith E and R-E-D, cause we get down like that\n\nFunkorama\nNineteen nine-six remix\nDef Squad, you already know\nI get down like that\nFunkorama\nI get down like that","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Funkorama Double Green Remix\n  artist: Erick Sermon, Erick Sermon, Redman & Redman\n  album: Green Eyed Remixes\n  duration_ms: 168000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ahhhhhhh\n  Huh?\n  Yeah\n  One room\n  Representin\n  Def Squad coast\n  Yeah\n  Huh\n  Y'all know about that\n  Check it\n\n  It goes knick-knack paddy whack give a dog a bone\n  You a customer, so kneel before me the E (uh huh)\n  Matter of fact, like the group home, give me dap (yeah)\n  For being the first one to bring the zack clap to rap\n  Look at that, I got the whole house jumpin\n  Off the hook, like my Little Black Book (uh huh)\n  The original flavor, Run-DMC era\n  Microphone terror, so who can do it better?\n  I'm in the mixture, I recite funk scripture\n  Freeze you, like Kodak picture, cheese\n  Expertise, doper than these grown trees\n  I'm on the money, strapped, so you can call me gunny\n  Cry hyper, professional lyrical sniper\n  Who comes tighter, than a virgin, servin (I do)\n  Last chance, so if you wanna go the rounds\n  With the Def Squad, motherfucker let's dance\n\n  Funkorama, yeah the place to be\n  For the underground, to groove to the funk sound\n  So relax your mind, let your conscience be free\n  With E and R-E-D, we get down like that\n  Funkorama, yeah the place to be\n  For the underground, to groove to the funk sound\n  So relax your mind, let your conscience be free\n  With E and R-E-D, cause we get down like that\n\n  Caution, your hearing aid is needed, stay weeded\n  I'm consecutively bleeding eardrums, repeat it\n  The bomb Z tokin the heater since I was a fetus\n  Rockin Adidas when I first sipped on Easy Jesus\n  Copacetic, how you like it, whole or shredded?\n  Mics get breaded, sauteed, cause I'm a pro at wettin\n  I'm gettin, much smarter than Agent 86\n  You beatin me one-on-one? Then that fight's crazy fixed\n  Open up that chest like Vicks, when I write em\n  Then leave you marks brains more questioned than Asylum\n  You got a crew? You better tell em, or hide em\n  I stay more focused than wide lens when I'm inside em\n  Yo E, scream on these stinkin MC's\n  Three times triviality, virtuality, can't see\n  I plant seeds in MC's that can't\n  Fertilize they rhymes, I drop lines til they can't breathe\n  Shucky ducky quack quack, on that ass crack\n  Got blast on, I blast back, funkorama\n  I got a trunk of trauma, to smoke constant\n  Traumas caused by the bomb shit, love your mama\n\n  Funkorama, yeah the place to be\n  For the underground, to groove to the funk sound\n  So relax your mind, let your conscience be free\n  With E and R-E-D, we get down like that\n  Funkorama, yeah the place to be\n  For the underground, to groove to the funk sound\n  So relax your mind, let your conscience be free\n  With E and R-E-D, cause we get down like that\n\n  Funkorama\n  Nineteen nine-six remix\n  Def Squad, you already know\n  I get down like that\n  Funkorama\n  I get down like that\n"}]