[{"id":23441041,"name":"My Soul","trackName":"My Soul","artistName":"The Pharcyde","albumName":"Sold My Soul","duration":332.643265,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(\"My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation\")\n\nThe way that momma raised us was pure faith\nSo Diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us\nOr lay us down to sleep\nKnow the wolf from the sheep\nOr the sheep who cried wolf\nAnd threw the deadly hoof\nWhile the wolf was asleep\nI keep my mind a ghost\nFollow my heart the most\nDon't play fools too closely\nPut my eyes at post\nSo Diablo won't be hostin' the game of life\nThe knife sits by throats of the young\nAnd blows death straight through the lungs\nAs the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums\n\nBut we shall overcome 'cause we ain't dumb\nBut we ain't smart, they got the girls by the hearts\nAnd the niggas by the nuts\nEar, tongue and butts\nYeah, they're trying to fuck us up\nBut, shit, you know what's up\nWe gotta come with the movement and move men soon\nThey consume every womb who bares\nBeneath the stairs of their doom\nBefore they let a new soul bloom\nBest believe they're gonna shove 'em in a tomb\n\nEvery time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\nEvery time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\nEvery time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\nSee, every time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n\n(*scratched* \"My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation\")\n\nEarly Saturday mornin' I was cartoon gazin'\nSlowly broke into the kitchen\nTo fill a bowl with some Raisin Bran\nAs I ran up and down the TV stations\nI witnessed Indian Joe getting tricked out of this nation\nBy a silly hillbilly who laughed as the shit happened\nEverything's the same, the game continued into rappin'\nDeception is at an all-time high\nGive a piece of your soul to receive some crumbs from the pie\nBut you know I keep on rappin' until the break of dawn\nEven though it is my soul that I do not even own\nYou know I keep on rappin' until the break of dawn\nEven though it is my soul that I do not even own\n\n'Cause every time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\nEvery time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\nEvery time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\nEvery time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n\nI was po', black,broke beyond a shadow of a doubt\nAss-out, wide open waitin' for my shit to come on out\nSpeakin' about the time before I got signed\nI was coolin' behind Coolio in the County Line\nMy big brother used to say I was an asshole\nDidn't graduate, couldn't handle the hassle\nOf high school, why fool\nWit' foolish rules and guidelines\nFuck the cap and tassels\nSaid forget the trade and tried rhymes\nHooked up with J-Swift, got with 2-4-2\n\nMe and my nigga L.A. Jay back at SCU\nI grab the MIC one-time, check it, 1-2, we in\nFreakin' major flavors with my fellow Nubians\nTakin' shit to the next level\nToo bad I sold my soul to the fuckin' devil\n\n'Cause every time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\nEvery time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\nEvery time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\nEvery time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n\n(*scratched* \"My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation\")\nYeah, this is going out to my man, uh, Self Jupiter\nYou know what I'm sayin', locked up and shit\nThis goin' out to you, baby\nMuthafuckin' Pharcyde for '94\n\n(*scratched* \"My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation\")","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: My Soul\n  artist: The Pharcyde\n  album: Sold My Soul\n  duration_ms: 332643\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (\"My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation\")\n\n  The way that momma raised us was pure faith\n  So Diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us\n  Or lay us down to sleep\n  Know the wolf from the sheep\n  Or the sheep who cried wolf\n  And threw the deadly hoof\n  While the wolf was asleep\n  I keep my mind a ghost\n  Follow my heart the most\n  Don't play fools too closely\n  Put my eyes at post\n  So Diablo won't be hostin' the game of life\n  The knife sits by throats of the young\n  And blows death straight through the lungs\n  As the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums\n\n  But we shall overcome 'cause we ain't dumb\n  But we ain't smart, they got the girls by the hearts\n  And the niggas by the nuts\n  Ear, tongue and butts\n  Yeah, they're trying to fuck us up\n  But, shit, you know what's up\n  We gotta come with the movement and move men soon\n  They consume every womb who bares\n  Beneath the stairs of their doom\n  Before they let a new soul bloom\n  Best believe they're gonna shove 'em in a tomb\n\n  Every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n  Every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n  Every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n  See, every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n\n  (*scratched* \"My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation\")\n\n  Early Saturday mornin' I was cartoon gazin'\n  Slowly broke into the kitchen\n  To fill a bowl with some Raisin Bran\n  As I ran up and down the TV stations\n  I witnessed Indian Joe getting tricked out of this nation\n  By a silly hillbilly who laughed as the shit happened\n  Everything's the same, the game continued into rappin'\n  Deception is at an all-time high\n  Give a piece of your soul to receive some crumbs from the pie\n  But you know I keep on rappin' until the break of dawn\n  Even though it is my soul that I do not even own\n  You know I keep on rappin' until the break of dawn\n  Even though it is my soul that I do not even own\n\n  'Cause every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n  Every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n  Every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n  Every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n\n  I was po', black,broke beyond a shadow of a doubt\n  Ass-out, wide open waitin' for my shit to come on out\n  Speakin' about the time before I got signed\n  I was coolin' behind Coolio in the County Line\n  My big brother used to say I was an asshole\n  Didn't graduate, couldn't handle the hassle\n  Of high school, why fool\n  Wit' foolish rules and guidelines\n  Fuck the cap and tassels\n  Said forget the trade and tried rhymes\n  Hooked up with J-Swift, got with 2-4-2\n\n  Me and my nigga L.A. Jay back at SCU\n  I grab the MIC one-time, check it, 1-2, we in\n  Freakin' major flavors with my fellow Nubians\n  Takin' shit to the next level\n  Too bad I sold my soul to the fuckin' devil\n\n  'Cause every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n  Every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n  Every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n  Every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n\n  (*scratched* \"My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation\")\n  Yeah, this is going out to my man, uh, Self Jupiter\n  You know what I'm sayin', locked up and shit\n  This goin' out to you, baby\n  Muthafuckin' Pharcyde for '94\n\n  (*scratched* \"My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation\")\n"},{"id":24733134,"name":"My Soul","trackName":"My Soul","artistName":"The Pharcyde","albumName":"Sold My Soul (Remix & Rarity Collection)","duration":332.643265,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(\"My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation\")\n\nThe way that momma raised us was pure faith\nSo Diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us\nOr lay us down to sleep\nKnow the wolf from the sheep\nOr the sheep who cried wolf\nAnd threw the deadly hoof\nWhile the wolf was asleep\nI keep my mind a ghost\nFollow my heart the most\nDon't play fools too closely\nPut my eyes at post\nSo Diablo won't be hostin' the game of life\nThe knife sits by throats of the young\nAnd blows death straight through the lungs\nAs the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums\n\nBut we shall overcome 'cause we ain't dumb\nBut we ain't smart, they got the girls by the hearts\nAnd the niggas by the nuts\nEar, tongue and butts\nYeah, they're trying to fuck us up\nBut, shit, you know what's up\nWe gotta come with the movement and move men soon\nThey consume every womb who bares\nBeneath the stairs of their doom\nBefore they let a new soul bloom\nBest believe they're gonna shove 'em in a tomb\n\nEvery time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\nEvery time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\nEvery time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\nSee, every time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n\n(*scratched* \"My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation\")\n\nEarly Saturday mornin' I was cartoon gazin'\nSlowly broke into the kitchen\nTo fill a bowl with some Raisin Bran\nAs I ran up and down the TV stations\nI witnessed Indian Joe getting tricked out of this nation\nBy a silly hillbilly who laughed as the shit happened\nEverything's the same, the game continued into rappin'\nDeception is at an all-time high\nGive a piece of your soul to receive some crumbs from the pie\nBut you know I keep on rappin' until the break of dawn\nEven though it is my soul that I do not even own\nYou know I keep on rappin' until the break of dawn\nEven though it is my soul that I do not even own\n\n'Cause every time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\nEvery time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\nEvery time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\nEvery time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n\nI was po', black,broke beyond a shadow of a doubt\nAss-out, wide open waitin' for my shit to come on out\nSpeakin' about the time before I got signed\nI was coolin' behind Coolio in the County Line\nMy big brother used to say I was an asshole\nDidn't graduate, couldn't handle the hassle\nOf high school, why fool\nWit' foolish rules and guidelines\nFuck the cap and tassels\nSaid forget the trade and tried rhymes\nHooked up with J-Swift, got with 2-4-2\n\nMe and my nigga L.A. Jay back at SCU\nI grab the MIC one-time, check it, 1-2, we in\nFreakin' major flavors with my fellow Nubians\nTakin' shit to the next level\nToo bad I sold my soul to the fuckin' devil\n\n'Cause every time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\nEvery time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\nEvery time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\nEvery time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n\n(*scratched* \"My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation\")\nYeah, this is going out to my man, uh, Self Jupiter\nYou know what I'm sayin', locked up and shit\nThis goin' out to you, baby\nMuthafuckin' Pharcyde for '94\n\n(*scratched* \"My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation\")","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: My Soul\n  artist: The Pharcyde\n  album: Sold My Soul (Remix & Rarity Collection)\n  duration_ms: 332643\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (\"My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation\")\n\n  The way that momma raised us was pure faith\n  So Diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us\n  Or lay us down to sleep\n  Know the wolf from the sheep\n  Or the sheep who cried wolf\n  And threw the deadly hoof\n  While the wolf was asleep\n  I keep my mind a ghost\n  Follow my heart the most\n  Don't play fools too closely\n  Put my eyes at post\n  So Diablo won't be hostin' the game of life\n  The knife sits by throats of the young\n  And blows death straight through the lungs\n  As the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums\n\n  But we shall overcome 'cause we ain't dumb\n  But we ain't smart, they got the girls by the hearts\n  And the niggas by the nuts\n  Ear, tongue and butts\n  Yeah, they're trying to fuck us up\n  But, shit, you know what's up\n  We gotta come with the movement and move men soon\n  They consume every womb who bares\n  Beneath the stairs of their doom\n  Before they let a new soul bloom\n  Best believe they're gonna shove 'em in a tomb\n\n  Every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n  Every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n  Every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n  See, every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n\n  (*scratched* \"My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation\")\n\n  Early Saturday mornin' I was cartoon gazin'\n  Slowly broke into the kitchen\n  To fill a bowl with some Raisin Bran\n  As I ran up and down the TV stations\n  I witnessed Indian Joe getting tricked out of this nation\n  By a silly hillbilly who laughed as the shit happened\n  Everything's the same, the game continued into rappin'\n  Deception is at an all-time high\n  Give a piece of your soul to receive some crumbs from the pie\n  But you know I keep on rappin' until the break of dawn\n  Even though it is my soul that I do not even own\n  You know I keep on rappin' until the break of dawn\n  Even though it is my soul that I do not even own\n\n  'Cause every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n  Every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n  Every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n  Every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n\n  I was po', black,broke beyond a shadow of a doubt\n  Ass-out, wide open waitin' for my shit to come on out\n  Speakin' about the time before I got signed\n  I was coolin' behind Coolio in the County Line\n  My big brother used to say I was an asshole\n  Didn't graduate, couldn't handle the hassle\n  Of high school, why fool\n  Wit' foolish rules and guidelines\n  Fuck the cap and tassels\n  Said forget the trade and tried rhymes\n  Hooked up with J-Swift, got with 2-4-2\n\n  Me and my nigga L.A. Jay back at SCU\n  I grab the MIC one-time, check it, 1-2, we in\n  Freakin' major flavors with my fellow Nubians\n  Takin' shit to the next level\n  Too bad I sold my soul to the fuckin' devil\n\n  'Cause every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n  Every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n  Every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n  Every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n\n  (*scratched* \"My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation\")\n  Yeah, this is going out to my man, uh, Self Jupiter\n  You know what I'm sayin', locked up and shit\n  This goin' out to you, baby\n  Muthafuckin' Pharcyde for '94\n\n  (*scratched* \"My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation\")\n"},{"id":9965308,"name":"My Soul","trackName":"My Soul","artistName":"The Pharcyde","albumName":"Sold My Soul: The Remix and Rarity Collection","duration":332.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(\"My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation\")\n\nThe way that momma raised us was pure faith\nSo Diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us\nOr lay us down to sleep\nKnow the wolf from the sheep\nOr the sheep who cried wolf\nAnd threw the deadly hoof\nWhile the wolf was asleep\nI keep my mind a ghost\nFollow my heart the most\nDon't play fools too closely\nPut my eyes at post\nSo Diablo won't be hostin' the game of life\nThe knife sits by throats of the young\nAnd blows death straight through the lungs\nAs the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums\n\nBut we shall overcome 'cause we ain't dumb\nBut we ain't smart, they got the girls by the hearts\nAnd the niggas by the nuts\nEar, tongue and butts\nYeah, they're trying to fuck us up\nBut, shit, you know what's up\nWe gotta come with the movement and move men soon\nThey consume every womb who bares\nBeneath the stairs of their doom\nBefore they let a new soul bloom\nBest believe they're gonna shove 'em in a tomb\n\nEvery time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\nEvery time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\nEvery time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\nSee, every time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n\n(*scratched* \"My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation\")\n\nEarly Saturday mornin' I was cartoon gazin'\nSlowly broke into the kitchen\nTo fill a bowl with some Raisin Bran\nAs I ran up and down the TV stations\nI witnessed Indian Joe getting tricked out of this nation\nBy a silly hillbilly who laughed as the shit happened\nEverything's the same, the game continued into rappin'\nDeception is at an all-time high\nGive a piece of your soul to receive some crumbs from the pie\nBut you know I keep on rappin' until the break of dawn\nEven though it is my soul that I do not even own\nYou know I keep on rappin' until the break of dawn\nEven though it is my soul that I do not even own\n\n'Cause every time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\nEvery time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\nEvery time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\nEvery time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n\nI was po', black,broke beyond a shadow of a doubt\nAss-out, wide open waitin' for my shit to come on out\nSpeakin' about the time before I got signed\nI was coolin' behind Coolio in the County Line\nMy big brother used to say I was an asshole\nDidn't graduate, couldn't handle the hassle\nOf high school, why fool\nWit' foolish rules and guidelines\nFuck the cap and tassels\nSaid forget the trade and tried rhymes\nHooked up with J-Swift, got with 2-4-2\n\nMe and my nigga L.A. Jay back at SCU\nI grab the MIC one-time, check it, 1-2, we in\nFreakin' major flavors with my fellow Nubians\nTakin' shit to the next level\nToo bad I sold my soul to the fuckin' devil\n\n'Cause every time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\nEvery time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\nEvery time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\nEvery time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n\n(*scratched* \"My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation\")\nYeah, this is going out to my man, uh, Self Jupiter\nYou know what I'm sayin', locked up and shit\nThis goin' out to you, baby\nMuthafuckin' Pharcyde for '94\n\n(*scratched* \"My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation\")","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: My Soul\n  artist: The Pharcyde\n  album: 'Sold My Soul: The Remix and Rarity Collection'\n  duration_ms: 332000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (\"My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation\")\n\n  The way that momma raised us was pure faith\n  So Diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us\n  Or lay us down to sleep\n  Know the wolf from the sheep\n  Or the sheep who cried wolf\n  And threw the deadly hoof\n  While the wolf was asleep\n  I keep my mind a ghost\n  Follow my heart the most\n  Don't play fools too closely\n  Put my eyes at post\n  So Diablo won't be hostin' the game of life\n  The knife sits by throats of the young\n  And blows death straight through the lungs\n  As the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums\n\n  But we shall overcome 'cause we ain't dumb\n  But we ain't smart, they got the girls by the hearts\n  And the niggas by the nuts\n  Ear, tongue and butts\n  Yeah, they're trying to fuck us up\n  But, shit, you know what's up\n  We gotta come with the movement and move men soon\n  They consume every womb who bares\n  Beneath the stairs of their doom\n  Before they let a new soul bloom\n  Best believe they're gonna shove 'em in a tomb\n\n  Every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n  Every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n  Every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n  See, every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n\n  (*scratched* \"My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation\")\n\n  Early Saturday mornin' I was cartoon gazin'\n  Slowly broke into the kitchen\n  To fill a bowl with some Raisin Bran\n  As I ran up and down the TV stations\n  I witnessed Indian Joe getting tricked out of this nation\n  By a silly hillbilly who laughed as the shit happened\n  Everything's the same, the game continued into rappin'\n  Deception is at an all-time high\n  Give a piece of your soul to receive some crumbs from the pie\n  But you know I keep on rappin' until the break of dawn\n  Even though it is my soul that I do not even own\n  You know I keep on rappin' until the break of dawn\n  Even though it is my soul that I do not even own\n\n  'Cause every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n  Every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n  Every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n  Every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n\n  I was po', black,broke beyond a shadow of a doubt\n  Ass-out, wide open waitin' for my shit to come on out\n  Speakin' about the time before I got signed\n  I was coolin' behind Coolio in the County Line\n  My big brother used to say I was an asshole\n  Didn't graduate, couldn't handle the hassle\n  Of high school, why fool\n  Wit' foolish rules and guidelines\n  Fuck the cap and tassels\n  Said forget the trade and tried rhymes\n  Hooked up with J-Swift, got with 2-4-2\n\n  Me and my nigga L.A. Jay back at SCU\n  I grab the MIC one-time, check it, 1-2, we in\n  Freakin' major flavors with my fellow Nubians\n  Takin' shit to the next level\n  Too bad I sold my soul to the fuckin' devil\n\n  'Cause every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n  Every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n  Every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n  Every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n\n  (*scratched* \"My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation\")\n  Yeah, this is going out to my man, uh, Self Jupiter\n  You know what I'm sayin', locked up and shit\n  This goin' out to you, baby\n  Muthafuckin' Pharcyde for '94\n\n  (*scratched* \"My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation\")\n"},{"id":11902184,"name":"My Soul","trackName":"My Soul","artistName":"The Pharcyde","albumName":"Sold My Soul Disc2(The Remix & Rarity Collection)","duration":332.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(\"My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation\")\n\nThe way that momma raised us was pure faith\nSo Diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us\nOr lay us down to sleep\nKnow the wolf from the sheep\nOr the sheep who cried wolf\nAnd threw the deadly hoof\nWhile the wolf was asleep\nI keep my mind a ghost\nFollow my heart the most\nDon't play fools too closely\nPut my eyes at post\nSo Diablo won't be hostin' the game of life\nThe knife sits by throats of the young\nAnd blows death straight through the lungs\nAs the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums\n\nBut we shall overcome 'cause we ain't dumb\nBut we ain't smart, they got the girls by the hearts\nAnd the niggas by the nuts\nEar, tongue and butts\nYeah, they're trying to fuck us up\nBut, shit, you know what's up\nWe gotta come with the movement and move men soon\nThey consume every womb who bares\nBeneath the stairs of their doom\nBefore they let a new soul bloom\nBest believe they're gonna shove 'em in a tomb\n\nEvery time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\nEvery time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\nEvery time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\nSee, every time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n\n(*scratched* \"My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation\")\n\nEarly Saturday mornin' I was cartoon gazin'\nSlowly broke into the kitchen\nTo fill a bowl with some Raisin Bran\nAs I ran up and down the TV stations\nI witnessed Indian Joe getting tricked out of this nation\nBy a silly hillbilly who laughed as the shit happened\nEverything's the same, the game continued into rappin'\nDeception is at an all-time high\nGive a piece of your soul to receive some crumbs from the pie\nBut you know I keep on rappin' until the break of dawn\nEven though it is my soul that I do not even own\nYou know I keep on rappin' until the break of dawn\nEven though it is my soul that I do not even own\n\n'Cause every time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\nEvery time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\nEvery time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\nEvery time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n\nI was po', black,broke beyond a shadow of a doubt\nAss-out, wide open waitin' for my shit to come on out\nSpeakin' about the time before I got signed\nI was coolin' behind Coolio in the County Line\nMy big brother used to say I was an asshole\nDidn't graduate, couldn't handle the hassle\nOf high school, why fool\nWit' foolish rules and guidelines\nFuck the cap and tassels\nSaid forget the trade and tried rhymes\nHooked up with J-Swift, got with 2-4-2\n\nMe and my nigga L.A. Jay back at SCU\nI grab the MIC one-time, check it, 1-2, we in\nFreakin' major flavors with my fellow Nubians\nTakin' shit to the next level\nToo bad I sold my soul to the fuckin' devil\n\n'Cause every time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\nEvery time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\nEvery time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\nEvery time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n\n(*scratched* \"My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation\")\nYeah, this is going out to my man, uh, Self Jupiter\nYou know what I'm sayin', locked up and shit\nThis goin' out to you, baby\nMuthafuckin' Pharcyde for '94\n\n(*scratched* \"My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation\")","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: My Soul\n  artist: The Pharcyde\n  album: Sold My Soul Disc2(The Remix & Rarity Collection)\n  duration_ms: 332000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (\"My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation\")\n\n  The way that momma raised us was pure faith\n  So Diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us\n  Or lay us down to sleep\n  Know the wolf from the sheep\n  Or the sheep who cried wolf\n  And threw the deadly hoof\n  While the wolf was asleep\n  I keep my mind a ghost\n  Follow my heart the most\n  Don't play fools too closely\n  Put my eyes at post\n  So Diablo won't be hostin' the game of life\n  The knife sits by throats of the young\n  And blows death straight through the lungs\n  As the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums\n\n  But we shall overcome 'cause we ain't dumb\n  But we ain't smart, they got the girls by the hearts\n  And the niggas by the nuts\n  Ear, tongue and butts\n  Yeah, they're trying to fuck us up\n  But, shit, you know what's up\n  We gotta come with the movement and move men soon\n  They consume every womb who bares\n  Beneath the stairs of their doom\n  Before they let a new soul bloom\n  Best believe they're gonna shove 'em in a tomb\n\n  Every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n  Every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n  Every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n  See, every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n\n  (*scratched* \"My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation\")\n\n  Early Saturday mornin' I was cartoon gazin'\n  Slowly broke into the kitchen\n  To fill a bowl with some Raisin Bran\n  As I ran up and down the TV stations\n  I witnessed Indian Joe getting tricked out of this nation\n  By a silly hillbilly who laughed as the shit happened\n  Everything's the same, the game continued into rappin'\n  Deception is at an all-time high\n  Give a piece of your soul to receive some crumbs from the pie\n  But you know I keep on rappin' until the break of dawn\n  Even though it is my soul that I do not even own\n  You know I keep on rappin' until the break of dawn\n  Even though it is my soul that I do not even own\n\n  'Cause every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n  Every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n  Every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n  Every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n\n  I was po', black,broke beyond a shadow of a doubt\n  Ass-out, wide open waitin' for my shit to come on out\n  Speakin' about the time before I got signed\n  I was coolin' behind Coolio in the County Line\n  My big brother used to say I was an asshole\n  Didn't graduate, couldn't handle the hassle\n  Of high school, why fool\n  Wit' foolish rules and guidelines\n  Fuck the cap and tassels\n  Said forget the trade and tried rhymes\n  Hooked up with J-Swift, got with 2-4-2\n\n  Me and my nigga L.A. Jay back at SCU\n  I grab the MIC one-time, check it, 1-2, we in\n  Freakin' major flavors with my fellow Nubians\n  Takin' shit to the next level\n  Too bad I sold my soul to the fuckin' devil\n\n  'Cause every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n  Every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n  Every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n  Every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n\n  (*scratched* \"My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation\")\n  Yeah, this is going out to my man, uh, Self Jupiter\n  You know what I'm sayin', locked up and shit\n  This goin' out to you, baby\n  Muthafuckin' Pharcyde for '94\n\n  (*scratched* \"My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation\")\n"},{"id":19742526,"name":"My Soul","trackName":"My Soul","artistName":"The Pharcyde","albumName":"Sold My Soul (The Remix & Rarity Collection) (Disc 2)","duration":332.643265,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(\"My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation\")\n\nThe way that momma raised us was pure faith\nSo Diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us\nOr lay us down to sleep\nKnow the wolf from the sheep\nOr the sheep who cried wolf\nAnd threw the deadly hoof\nWhile the wolf was asleep\nI keep my mind a ghost\nFollow my heart the most\nDon't play fools too closely\nPut my eyes at post\nSo Diablo won't be hostin' the game of life\nThe knife sits by throats of the young\nAnd blows death straight through the lungs\nAs the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums\n\nBut we shall overcome 'cause we ain't dumb\nBut we ain't smart, they got the girls by the hearts\nAnd the niggas by the nuts\nEar, tongue and butts\nYeah, they're trying to fuck us up\nBut, shit, you know what's up\nWe gotta come with the movement and move men soon\nThey consume every womb who bares\nBeneath the stairs of their doom\nBefore they let a new soul bloom\nBest believe they're gonna shove 'em in a tomb\n\nEvery time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\nEvery time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\nEvery time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\nSee, every time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n\n(*scratched* \"My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation\")\n\nEarly Saturday mornin' I was cartoon gazin'\nSlowly broke into the kitchen\nTo fill a bowl with some Raisin Bran\nAs I ran up and down the TV stations\nI witnessed Indian Joe getting tricked out of this nation\nBy a silly hillbilly who laughed as the shit happened\nEverything's the same, the game continued into rappin'\nDeception is at an all-time high\nGive a piece of your soul to receive some crumbs from the pie\nBut you know I keep on rappin' until the break of dawn\nEven though it is my soul that I do not even own\nYou know I keep on rappin' until the break of dawn\nEven though it is my soul that I do not even own\n\n'Cause every time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\nEvery time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\nEvery time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\nEvery time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n\nI was po', black,broke beyond a shadow of a doubt\nAss-out, wide open waitin' for my shit to come on out\nSpeakin' about the time before I got signed\nI was coolin' behind Coolio in the County Line\nMy big brother used to say I was an asshole\nDidn't graduate, couldn't handle the hassle\nOf high school, why fool\nWit' foolish rules and guidelines\nFuck the cap and tassels\nSaid forget the trade and tried rhymes\nHooked up with J-Swift, got with 2-4-2\n\nMe and my nigga L.A. Jay back at SCU\nI grab the MIC one-time, check it, 1-2, we in\nFreakin' major flavors with my fellow Nubians\nTakin' shit to the next level\nToo bad I sold my soul to the fuckin' devil\n\n'Cause every time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\nEvery time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\nEvery time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\nEvery time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n\n(*scratched* \"My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation\")\nYeah, this is going out to my man, uh, Self Jupiter\nYou know what I'm sayin', locked up and shit\nThis goin' out to you, baby\nMuthafuckin' Pharcyde for '94\n\n(*scratched* \"My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation\")","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: My Soul\n  artist: The Pharcyde\n  album: Sold My Soul (The Remix & Rarity Collection) (Disc 2)\n  duration_ms: 332643\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (\"My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation\")\n\n  The way that momma raised us was pure faith\n  So Diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us\n  Or lay us down to sleep\n  Know the wolf from the sheep\n  Or the sheep who cried wolf\n  And threw the deadly hoof\n  While the wolf was asleep\n  I keep my mind a ghost\n  Follow my heart the most\n  Don't play fools too closely\n  Put my eyes at post\n  So Diablo won't be hostin' the game of life\n  The knife sits by throats of the young\n  And blows death straight through the lungs\n  As the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums\n\n  But we shall overcome 'cause we ain't dumb\n  But we ain't smart, they got the girls by the hearts\n  And the niggas by the nuts\n  Ear, tongue and butts\n  Yeah, they're trying to fuck us up\n  But, shit, you know what's up\n  We gotta come with the movement and move men soon\n  They consume every womb who bares\n  Beneath the stairs of their doom\n  Before they let a new soul bloom\n  Best believe they're gonna shove 'em in a tomb\n\n  Every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n  Every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n  Every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n  See, every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n\n  (*scratched* \"My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation\")\n\n  Early Saturday mornin' I was cartoon gazin'\n  Slowly broke into the kitchen\n  To fill a bowl with some Raisin Bran\n  As I ran up and down the TV stations\n  I witnessed Indian Joe getting tricked out of this nation\n  By a silly hillbilly who laughed as the shit happened\n  Everything's the same, the game continued into rappin'\n  Deception is at an all-time high\n  Give a piece of your soul to receive some crumbs from the pie\n  But you know I keep on rappin' until the break of dawn\n  Even though it is my soul that I do not even own\n  You know I keep on rappin' until the break of dawn\n  Even though it is my soul that I do not even own\n\n  'Cause every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n  Every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n  Every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n  Every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n\n  I was po', black,broke beyond a shadow of a doubt\n  Ass-out, wide open waitin' for my shit to come on out\n  Speakin' about the time before I got signed\n  I was coolin' behind Coolio in the County Line\n  My big brother used to say I was an asshole\n  Didn't graduate, couldn't handle the hassle\n  Of high school, why fool\n  Wit' foolish rules and guidelines\n  Fuck the cap and tassels\n  Said forget the trade and tried rhymes\n  Hooked up with J-Swift, got with 2-4-2\n\n  Me and my nigga L.A. Jay back at SCU\n  I grab the MIC one-time, check it, 1-2, we in\n  Freakin' major flavors with my fellow Nubians\n  Takin' shit to the next level\n  Too bad I sold my soul to the fuckin' devil\n\n  'Cause every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n  Every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n  Every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n  Every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own\n\n  (*scratched* \"My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation\")\n  Yeah, this is going out to my man, uh, Self Jupiter\n  You know what I'm sayin', locked up and shit\n  This goin' out to you, baby\n  Muthafuckin' Pharcyde for '94\n\n  (*scratched* \"My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation\")\n"},{"id":32478444,"name":"Soul Flower (feat. The Pharcyde)","trackName":"Soul Flower (feat. 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let me first introduce myself I'm tagging name romye\n  I'm 20 years of age I ran across some bullshit\n  People promise you bowl of cherries but don't forget there are pits\n  No hints, it's quicks, it's like the water and grits\n  They got another boy who can rhyme and do the fly flips\n  And that's I high I better get by because my ally\n  About to flip that crazy shit while I go look for some thai\n\n  I need some zig-zag, zig-zag\n  I need some zig-zag, zig-zag\n  How I need those zig-zag\n  (I need some) zig-zag, zig-zag\n  How I love to get high\n\n  Eee ah ooh ah ah (many times)\n\n  What the?\n  Oh what the heck\n  Niggas just wanna get wrecked to the track\n  It's brand new and heavy as a chevy and in fact\n  The pharcyde is coming and I hope we're not wack\n  But at this point there's no turning back\n  But to be exact, I've got more flavors than a bucket full of fruit\n  In 92 we take cash 93 we take loot\n  Because the vinyl is delicious=20\n  I'm the nigga who's got bitches\n  Michael ross is the genie he's giving our wishes\n  One I wanna just jam with your band\n  Two two two...=20\n  You gotta play it all across the land\n  Three three three...\n  The plan is grab the ducats and say f**k it to the critics hey now\n  I was walkin' down the street balin'(?) to the beat\n  Phat beats in my head tennis shoes on my feet\n  Nigga tried to flex but he had to be smoked\n  So I shot him in the ass on the downstroke\n  Shot him in the ass on the downstroke\n  What?\n  Shot him in the ass on the downstroke\n  Yep\n  Shot him in the ass on the downstroke\n  Shot-him-in-the-ass-on-the-downstroke\n\n  Souped on the beat like a bowl of chicken noodles\n\n  I love spanish dishes but no I'm not menudo\n  I can dig kung-fu I flip hoes like judo\n  Never date a chick who has a mom named bruno\n  A anna bonanna(?) bananafanafuno\n  Yet you know shafino=20\n  Met her in a trio\n  Souped up my (glass) jet flew her at the wheel\n  I'm somewhat creole=20\n  Don't like the man of steel\n  I'm not your carbon copy but your first rap (jalopy) for real\n  I used to deal but the fuzz popped me\n  I had the hydros but they repo'd my crops and steel\n  I chills like scotch on the rocks=20\n  'Cause I just gets paid for them hard-core props\n  You know?\n\n  How long can you freak the funk?\n  I separate the good stuff from the junk\n  How long can you freak the funk\n  Yeah, freak the funk\n  All right, freak the funk\n  Freak the funk\n\n  I want the farmer man. farmer man.\n  I want the farmer man. you want the farmer man?\n  Yeah, I want the farmer man. you don't want no farmer man.\n  Give me the farmer man. once again it's the farmer man.\n\n  I go from skip-skop(?) to hip-hop to be-bop to p-funk\n  Cutting enough bullshit to turn a tree into a tree trunk\n  'Cause we've sunk ships from the pacific to the atlantic\n  I dig dips who've got the hips that are gigantic 'cause I'm frantic\n  Take you in a frenzy=20\n  Takin' you out is easier than pullin' a pull-out out of a benzie\n  Box well I rocks the orthodox styles to make you squirm\n  Yes I come from callie no I do not have a perm\n  I stand firm on the mic device when I gets nice\n  Don't roll the dice if you can't pay the price\n  I got more flavor than 7-11 slurpees\n  If magic can admit he got aids, f**k it--i got herpes\n\n  Ah shit.\n  Ns, ns\n  Sounds like ns to me!\n\n  Eee ah ooh ah ah (many times)\n"},{"id":23879054,"name":"Soul Flower","trackName":"Soul Flower","artistName":"The Pharcyde","albumName":"Sold My Soul (Remix & Rarity Collection)","duration":295.706122,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Eee ah ooh ah ah (many times)\n\nPeople hint and wonder and they wanna know how and why\nBut let me first introduce myself I'm tagging name romye\nI'm 20 years of age I ran across some bullshit\nPeople promise you bowl of cherries but don't forget there are pits\nNo hints, it's quicks, it's like the water and grits\nThey got another boy who can rhyme and do the fly flips\nAnd that's I high I better get by because my ally\nAbout to flip that crazy shit while I go look for some thai\n\nI need some zig-zag, zig-zag\nI need some zig-zag, zig-zag\nHow I need those zig-zag\n(I need some) zig-zag, zig-zag\nHow I love to get high\n\nEee ah ooh ah ah (many times)\n\nWhat the?\nOh what the heck\nNiggas just wanna get wrecked to the track\nIt's brand new and heavy as a chevy and in fact\nThe pharcyde is coming and I hope we're not wack\nBut at this point there's no turning back\nBut to be exact, I've got more flavors than a bucket full of fruit\nIn 92 we take cash 93 we take loot\nBecause the vinyl is delicious=20\nI'm the nigga who's got bitches\nMichael ross is the genie he's giving our wishes\nOne I wanna just jam with your band\nTwo two two...=20\nYou gotta play it all across the land\nThree three three...\nThe plan is grab the ducats and say f**k it to the critics hey now\nI was walkin' down the street balin'(?) to the beat\nPhat beats in my head tennis shoes on my feet\nNigga tried to flex but he had to be smoked\nSo I shot him in the ass on the downstroke\nShot him in the ass on the downstroke\nWhat?\nShot him in the ass on the downstroke\nYep\nShot him in the ass on the downstroke\nShot-him-in-the-ass-on-the-downstroke\n\nSouped on the beat like a bowl of chicken noodles\n\nI love spanish dishes but no I'm not menudo\nI can dig kung-fu I flip hoes like judo\nNever date a chick who has a mom named bruno\nA anna bonanna(?) bananafanafuno\nYet you know shafino=20\nMet her in a trio\nSouped up my (glass) jet flew her at the wheel\nI'm somewhat creole=20\nDon't like the man of steel\nI'm not your carbon copy but your first rap (jalopy) for real\nI used to deal but the fuzz popped me\nI had the hydros but they repo'd my crops and steel\nI chills like scotch on the rocks=20\n'Cause I just gets paid for them hard-core props\nYou know?\n\nHow long can you freak the funk?\nI separate the good stuff from the junk\nHow long can you freak the funk\nYeah, freak the funk\nAll right, freak the funk\nFreak the funk\n\nI want the farmer man. farmer man.\nI want the farmer man. you want the farmer man?\nYeah, I want the farmer man. you don't want no farmer man.\nGive me the farmer man. once again it's the farmer man.\n\nI go from skip-skop(?) to hip-hop to be-bop to p-funk\nCutting enough bullshit to turn a tree into a tree trunk\n'Cause we've sunk ships from the pacific to the atlantic\nI dig dips who've got the hips that are gigantic 'cause I'm frantic\nTake you in a frenzy=20\nTakin' you out is easier than pullin' a pull-out out of a benzie\nBox well I rocks the orthodox styles to make you squirm\nYes I come from callie no I do not have a perm\nI stand firm on the mic device when I gets nice\nDon't roll the dice if you can't pay the price\nI got more flavor than 7-11 slurpees\nIf magic can admit he got aids, f**k it--i got herpes\n\nAh shit.\nNs, ns\nSounds like ns to me!\n\nEee ah ooh ah ah (many times)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Soul Flower\n  artist: The Pharcyde\n  album: Sold My Soul (Remix & Rarity Collection)\n  duration_ms: 295706\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Eee ah ooh ah ah (many times)\n\n  People hint and wonder and they wanna know how and why\n  But let me first introduce myself I'm tagging name romye\n  I'm 20 years of age I ran across some bullshit\n  People promise you bowl of cherries but don't forget there are pits\n  No hints, it's quicks, it's like the water and grits\n  They got another boy who can rhyme and do the fly flips\n  And that's I high I better get by because my ally\n  About to flip that crazy shit while I go look for some thai\n\n  I need some zig-zag, zig-zag\n  I need some zig-zag, zig-zag\n  How I need those zig-zag\n  (I need some) zig-zag, zig-zag\n  How I love to get high\n\n  Eee ah ooh ah ah (many times)\n\n  What the?\n  Oh what the heck\n  Niggas just wanna get wrecked to the track\n  It's brand new and heavy as a chevy and in fact\n  The pharcyde is coming and I hope we're not wack\n  But at this point there's no turning back\n  But to be exact, I've got more flavors than a bucket full of fruit\n  In 92 we take cash 93 we take loot\n  Because the vinyl is delicious=20\n  I'm the nigga who's got bitches\n  Michael ross is the genie he's giving our wishes\n  One I wanna just jam with your band\n  Two two two...=20\n  You gotta play it all across the land\n  Three three three...\n  The plan is grab the ducats and say f**k it to the critics hey now\n  I was walkin' down the street balin'(?) to the beat\n  Phat beats in my head tennis shoes on my feet\n  Nigga tried to flex but he had to be smoked\n  So I shot him in the ass on the downstroke\n  Shot him in the ass on the downstroke\n  What?\n  Shot him in the ass on the downstroke\n  Yep\n  Shot him in the ass on the downstroke\n  Shot-him-in-the-ass-on-the-downstroke\n\n  Souped on the beat like a bowl of 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times)\n\nPeople hint and wonder and they wanna know how and why\nBut let me first introduce myself I'm tagging name romye\nI'm 20 years of age I ran across some bullshit\nPeople promise you bowl of cherries but don't forget there are pits\nNo hints, it's quicks, it's like the water and grits\nThey got another boy who can rhyme and do the fly flips\nAnd that's I high I better get by because my ally\nAbout to flip that crazy shit while I go look for some thai\n\nI need some zig-zag, zig-zag\nI need some zig-zag, zig-zag\nHow I need those zig-zag\n(I need some) zig-zag, zig-zag\nHow I love to get high\n\nEee ah ooh ah ah (many times)\n\nWhat the?\nOh what the heck\nNiggas just wanna get wrecked to the track\nIt's brand new and heavy as a chevy and in fact\nThe pharcyde is coming and I hope we're not wack\nBut at this point there's no turning back\nBut to be exact, I've got more flavors than a bucket full of fruit\nIn 92 we take cash 93 we take loot\nBecause the vinyl is delicious=20\nI'm the nigga who's got bitches\nMichael ross is the genie he's giving our wishes\nOne I wanna just jam with your band\nTwo two two...=20\nYou gotta play it all across the land\nThree three three...\nThe plan is grab the ducats and say f**k it to the critics hey now\nI was walkin' down the street balin'(?) to the beat\nPhat beats in my head tennis shoes on my feet\nNigga tried to flex but he had to be smoked\nSo I shot him in the ass on the downstroke\nShot him in the ass on the downstroke\nWhat?\nShot him in the ass on the downstroke\nYep\nShot him in the ass on the downstroke\nShot-him-in-the-ass-on-the-downstroke\n\nSouped on the beat like a bowl of chicken noodles\n\nI love spanish dishes but no I'm not menudo\nI can dig kung-fu I flip hoes like judo\nNever date a chick who has a mom named bruno\nA anna bonanna(?) bananafanafuno\nYet you know shafino=20\nMet her in a trio\nSouped up my (glass) jet flew her at the wheel\nI'm somewhat creole=20\nDon't like the man of steel\nI'm not your 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you squirm\nYes I come from callie no I do not have a perm\nI stand firm on the mic device when I gets nice\nDon't roll the dice if you can't pay the price\nI got more flavor than 7-11 slurpees\nIf magic can admit he got aids, f**k it--i got herpes\n\nAh shit.\nNs, ns\nSounds like ns to me!\n\nEee ah ooh ah ah (many times)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Soul Flower\n  artist: The Pharcyde\n  album: Sold My Soul (Remix & Rarity Collection)\n  duration_ms: 256418\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Eee ah ooh ah ah (many times)\n\n  People hint and wonder and they wanna know how and why\n  But let me first introduce myself I'm tagging name romye\n  I'm 20 years of age I ran across some bullshit\n  People promise you bowl of cherries but don't forget there are pits\n  No hints, it's quicks, it's like the water and grits\n  They got another boy who can rhyme and do the fly flips\n  And that's I high I better get by because my ally\n  About to flip that crazy shit while I go look for some thai\n\n  I need some zig-zag, zig-zag\n  I need some zig-zag, zig-zag\n  How I need those zig-zag\n  (I need some) zig-zag, zig-zag\n  How I love to get high\n\n  Eee ah ooh ah ah (many times)\n\n  What the?\n  Oh what the heck\n  Niggas just wanna get wrecked to the track\n  It's brand new and heavy as a chevy and in fact\n  The pharcyde is coming and I hope we're not wack\n  But at this point there's no turning back\n  But to be exact, I've got more flavors than a bucket full of fruit\n  In 92 we take cash 93 we take loot\n  Because the vinyl is delicious=20\n  I'm the nigga who's got bitches\n  Michael ross is the genie he's giving our wishes\n  One I wanna just jam with your band\n  Two two two...=20\n  You gotta play it all across the land\n  Three three three...\n  The plan is grab the ducats and say f**k it to the critics hey now\n  I was walkin' down the street balin'(?) to the beat\n  Phat beats in my head tennis shoes on my feet\n  Nigga tried to flex but he had to be smoked\n  So I shot him in the ass on the downstroke\n  Shot him in the ass on the downstroke\n  What?\n  Shot him in the ass on the downstroke\n  Yep\n  Shot him in the ass on the downstroke\n  Shot-him-in-the-ass-on-the-downstroke\n\n  Souped on the beat like a bowl of chicken noodles\n\n  I love spanish dishes but no I'm not menudo\n  I can dig kung-fu I flip hoes like judo\n  Never date a chick who has a mom named bruno\n  A anna bonanna(?) bananafanafuno\n  Yet you know shafino=20\n  Met her in a trio\n  Souped up my (glass) jet flew her at the wheel\n  I'm somewhat creole=20\n  Don't like the man of steel\n  I'm not your carbon copy but your first rap (jalopy) for real\n  I used to deal but the fuzz popped me\n  I had the hydros but they repo'd my crops and steel\n  I chills like scotch on the rocks=20\n  'Cause I just gets paid for them hard-core props\n  You know?\n\n  How long can you freak the funk?\n  I separate the good stuff from the junk\n  How long can you freak the funk\n  Yeah, freak the funk\n  All right, freak the funk\n  Freak the funk\n\n  I want the farmer man. farmer man.\n  I want the farmer man. you want the farmer man?\n  Yeah, I want the farmer man. you don't want no farmer man.\n  Give me the farmer man. once again it's the farmer man.\n\n  I go from skip-skop(?) to hip-hop to be-bop to p-funk\n  Cutting enough bullshit to turn a tree into a tree trunk\n  'Cause we've sunk ships from the pacific to the atlantic\n  I dig dips who've got the hips that are gigantic 'cause I'm frantic\n  Take you in a frenzy=20\n  Takin' you out is easier than pullin' a pull-out out of a benzie\n  Box well I rocks the orthodox styles to make you squirm\n  Yes I come from callie no I do not have a perm\n  I stand firm on the mic device when I gets nice\n  Don't roll the dice if you can't pay the price\n  I got more flavor than 7-11 slurpees\n  If magic can admit he got aids, f**k it--i got herpes\n\n  Ah shit.\n  Ns, ns\n  Sounds like ns to me!\n\n  Eee ah ooh ah ah (many times)\n"},{"id":24625286,"name":"Soul Flower","trackName":"Soul Flower","artistName":"The Pharcyde","albumName":"Sold My Soul (Remix & Rarity Collection)","duration":300.930612,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Eee ah ooh ah ah (many times)\n\nPeople hint and wonder and they wanna know how and why\nBut let me first introduce myself I'm tagging name romye\nI'm 20 years of age I ran across some bullshit\nPeople promise you bowl of cherries but don't forget there are pits\nNo hints, it's quicks, it's like the water and grits\nThey got another boy who can rhyme and do the fly flips\nAnd that's I high I better get by because my ally\nAbout to flip that crazy shit while I go look for some thai\n\nI need some zig-zag, zig-zag\nI need some zig-zag, zig-zag\nHow I need those zig-zag\n(I need some) zig-zag, zig-zag\nHow I love to get high\n\nEee ah ooh ah ah (many times)\n\nWhat the?\nOh what the heck\nNiggas just wanna get wrecked to the track\nIt's brand new and heavy as a chevy and in fact\nThe pharcyde is coming and I hope we're not wack\nBut at this point there's no turning back\nBut to be exact, I've got more flavors than a bucket full of fruit\nIn 92 we take cash 93 we take loot\nBecause the vinyl is delicious=20\nI'm the nigga who's got bitches\nMichael ross is the genie he's giving our wishes\nOne I wanna just jam with your band\nTwo two two...=20\nYou gotta play it all across the land\nThree three three...\nThe plan is grab the ducats and say f**k it to the critics hey now\nI was walkin' down the street balin'(?) to the beat\nPhat beats in my head tennis shoes on my feet\nNigga tried to flex but he had to be smoked\nSo I shot him in the ass on the downstroke\nShot him in the ass on the downstroke\nWhat?\nShot him in the ass on the downstroke\nYep\nShot him in the ass on the downstroke\nShot-him-in-the-ass-on-the-downstroke\n\nSouped on the beat like a bowl of chicken noodles\n\nI love spanish dishes but no I'm not menudo\nI can dig kung-fu I flip hoes like judo\nNever date a chick who has a mom named bruno\nA anna bonanna(?) bananafanafuno\nYet you know shafino=20\nMet her in a trio\nSouped up my (glass) jet flew her at the wheel\nI'm somewhat creole=20\nDon't like the man of steel\nI'm not your carbon copy but your first rap (jalopy) for real\nI used to deal but the fuzz popped me\nI had the hydros but they repo'd my crops and steel\nI chills like scotch on the rocks=20\n'Cause I just gets paid for them hard-core props\nYou know?\n\nHow long can you freak the funk?\nI separate the good stuff from the junk\nHow long can you freak the funk\nYeah, freak the funk\nAll right, freak the funk\nFreak the funk\n\nI want the farmer man. farmer man.\nI want the farmer man. you want the farmer man?\nYeah, I want the farmer man. you don't want no farmer man.\nGive me the farmer man. once again it's the farmer man.\n\nI go from skip-skop(?) to hip-hop to be-bop to 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introduce myself I'm tagging name romye\n  I'm 20 years of age I ran across some bullshit\n  People promise you bowl of cherries but don't forget there are pits\n  No hints, it's quicks, it's like the water and grits\n  They got another boy who can rhyme and do the fly flips\n  And that's I high I better get by because my ally\n  About to flip that crazy shit while I go look for some thai\n\n  I need some zig-zag, zig-zag\n  I need some zig-zag, zig-zag\n  How I need those zig-zag\n  (I need some) zig-zag, zig-zag\n  How I love to get high\n\n  Eee ah ooh ah ah (many times)\n\n  What the?\n  Oh what the heck\n  Niggas just wanna get wrecked to the track\n  It's brand new and heavy as a chevy and in fact\n  The pharcyde is coming and I hope we're not wack\n  But at this point there's no turning back\n  But to be exact, I've got more flavors than a bucket full of fruit\n  In 92 we take cash 93 we take loot\n  Because the vinyl is delicious=20\n  I'm the nigga who's got bitches\n  Michael ross is the genie he's giving our wishes\n  One I wanna just jam with your band\n  Two two two...=20\n  You gotta play it all across the land\n  Three three three...\n  The plan is grab the ducats and say f**k it to the critics hey now\n  I was walkin' down the street balin'(?) to the beat\n  Phat beats in my head tennis shoes on my feet\n  Nigga tried to flex but he had to be smoked\n  So I shot him in the ass on the downstroke\n  Shot him in the ass on the downstroke\n  What?\n  Shot him in the ass on the downstroke\n  Yep\n  Shot him in the ass on the downstroke\n  Shot-him-in-the-ass-on-the-downstroke\n\n  Souped on the beat like a bowl of chicken noodles\n\n  I love spanish dishes but no I'm not menudo\n  I can dig kung-fu I flip hoes like judo\n  Never date a chick who has a mom named bruno\n  A anna bonanna(?) bananafanafuno\n  Yet you know shafino=20\n  Met her in a trio\n  Souped up my (glass) jet flew her at the wheel\n  I'm somewhat creole=20\n  Don't like the man of steel\n  I'm not your carbon copy but your first rap (jalopy) for real\n  I used to deal but the fuzz popped me\n  I had the hydros but they repo'd my crops and steel\n  I chills like scotch on the rocks=20\n  'Cause I just gets paid for them hard-core props\n  You know?\n\n  How long can you freak the funk?\n  I separate the good stuff from the junk\n  How long can you freak the funk\n  Yeah, freak the funk\n  All right, freak the funk\n  Freak the funk\n\n  I want the farmer man. farmer man.\n  I want the farmer man. you want the farmer man?\n  Yeah, I want the farmer man. you don't want no farmer man.\n  Give me the farmer man. once again it's the farmer man.\n\n  I go from skip-skop(?) to hip-hop to be-bop to p-funk\n  Cutting enough bullshit to turn a tree into a tree trunk\n  'Cause we've sunk ships from the pacific to the atlantic\n  I dig dips who've got the hips that are gigantic 'cause I'm frantic\n  Take you in a frenzy=20\n  Takin' you out is easier than pullin' a pull-out out of a 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Eee ah ooh ah ah (many times)\n\n  People hint and wonder and they wanna know how and why\n  But let me first introduce myself I'm tagging name romye\n  I'm 20 years of age I ran across some bullshit\n  People promise you bowl of cherries but don't forget there are pits\n  No hints, it's quicks, it's like the water and grits\n  They got another boy who can rhyme and do the fly flips\n  And that's I high I better get by because my ally\n  About to flip that crazy shit while I go look for some thai\n\n  I need some zig-zag, zig-zag\n  I need some zig-zag, zig-zag\n  How I need those zig-zag\n  (i need some) zig-zag, zig-zag\n  How I love to get high\n\n  Eee ah ooh ah ah (many times)\n\n  What the?\n  Oh what the heck\n  Niggas just wanna get wrecked to the track\n  It's brand new and heavy as a chevy and in fact\n  The pharcyde is coming and I hope we're not wack\n  But at this point there's no turning back\n  But to be exact, I've got more flavors than a bucket full of fruit\n  In 92 we take cash 93 we take loot\n  Because the vinyl is delicious=20\n  I'm the nigga who's got bitches\n  Michael ross is the genie he's giving our wishes\n  One I wanna just jam with your band\n  Two two two...=20\n  You gotta play it all across the land\n  Three three three...\n  The plan is grab the ducats and say f**k it to the critics hey now\n  I was walkin' down the street balin'(?) to the beat\n  Phat beats in my head tennis shoes on my feet\n  Nigga tried to flex but he had to be smoked\n  So I shot him in the ass on the downstroke\n  Shot him in the ass on the downstroke\n  What?\n  Shot him in the ass on the downstroke\n  Yep\n  Shot him in the ass on the downstroke\n  Shot-him-in-the-ass-on-the-downstroke\n\n  Souped on the beat like a bowl of chicken noodles\n\n  I love spanish dishes but no I'm not menudo\n  I can dig kung-fu I flip hoes like judo\n  Never date a chick who has a mom named bruno\n  A anna bonanna(?) bananafanafuno\n  Yet you know shafino=20\n  Met her in a trio\n  Souped up my (glass) jet flew her at the wheel\n  I'm somewhat creole=20\n  Don't like the man of steel\n  I'm not your carbon copy but your first rap (jalopy) for real\n  I used to deal but the fuzz popped me\n  I had the hydros but they repo'd my crops and steel\n  I chills like scotch on the rocks=20\n  'cause I just gets paid for them hard-core props\n  You know?\n\n  How long can you freak the funk?\n  I separate the good stuff from the junk\n  How long can you freak the funk\n  Yeah, freak the funk\n  All right, freak the funk\n  Freak the funk\n\n  I want the farmer man. farmer man.\n  I want the farmer man. you want the farmer man?\n  Yeah, I want the farmer man. you don't want no farmer man.\n  Give me the farmer man. once again it's the farmer man.\n\n  I go from skip-skop(?) to hip-hop to be-bop to p-funk\n  Cutting enough bullshit to turn a tree into a tree trunk\n  'cause we've sunk ships from the pacific to the atlantic\n  I dig dips who've got the hips that are 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slurpees\nIf magic can admit he got aids, f**k it--i got herpes\n\nAh shit.\nNs, ns\nSounds like ns to me!\n\nEee ah ooh ah ah (many times)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Soul Flower (Wrong Tree)\n  artist: The Pharcyde\n  album: Sold My Soul Disc2(The Remix & Rarity Collection)\n  duration_ms: 296000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Eee ah ooh ah ah (many times)\n\n  People hint and wonder and they wanna know how and why\n  But let me first introduce myself I'm tagging name romye\n  I'm 20 years of age I ran across some bullshit\n  People promise you bowl of cherries but don't forget there are pits\n  No hints, it's quicks, it's like the water and grits\n  They got another boy who can rhyme and do the fly flips\n  And that's I high I better get by because my ally\n  About to flip that crazy shit while I go look for some thai\n\n  I need some zig-zag, zig-zag\n  I need some zig-zag, zig-zag\n  How I need those zig-zag\n  (i need 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I want the farmer man. you want the farmer man?\n  Yeah, I want the farmer man. you don't want no farmer man.\n  Give me the farmer man. once again it's the farmer man.\n\n  I go from skip-skop(?) to hip-hop to be-bop to p-funk\n  Cutting enough bullshit to turn a tree into a tree trunk\n  'cause we've sunk ships from the pacific to the atlantic\n  I dig dips who've got the hips that are gigantic 'cause I'm frantic\n  Take you in a frenzy=20\n  Takin' you out is easier than pullin' a pull-out out of a benzie\n  Box well I rocks the orthodox styles to make you squirm\n  Yes I come from callie no I do not have a perm\n  I stand firm on the mic device when I gets nice\n  Don't roll the dice if you can't pay the price\n  I got more flavor than 7-11 slurpees\n  If magic can admit he got aids, f**k it--i got herpes\n\n  Ah shit.\n  Ns, ns\n  Sounds like ns to me!\n\n  Eee ah ooh ah ah (many times)\n"},{"id":11910337,"name":"Soul Flower (Brand New Heavies Version)","trackName":"Soul Flower 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I separate the good stuff from the junk\nHow long can you freak the funk\nYeah, freak the funk\nAll right, freak the funk\nFreak the funk I want the farmer man. farmer man.\nI want the farmer man. you want the farmer man?\nYeah, i want the farmer man. you don't want no farmer man.\nGive me the farmer man. once again it's the farmer man.\n\nI go from skip-skop(?) to hip-hop to be-bop to p-funk\nCutting enough bullshit to turn a tree into a tree trunk\n'cause we've sunk ships from the pacific to the atlantic\nI dig dips who've got the hips that are gigantic 'cause i'm frantic\nTake you in a frenzy=20\nTakin' you out is easier than pullin' a pull-out out of a benzie\nBox well i rocks the orthodox styles to make you squirm\nYes i come from callie no i do not have a perm\nI stand firm on the mic device when i gets nice\nDon't roll the dice if you can't pay the price\nI got more flavor than 7-11 slurpees\nIf magic can admit he got aids, fuck it--i got herpes\n\nAh shit.\nNs, ns\nSounds like ns to me!\n\nEee ah ooh ah ah (many times)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Soul Flower (Brand New Heavies Version)\n  artist: The Pharcyde\n  album: Sold My Soul (Disc 1)\n  duration_ms: 222000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Eee ah ooh ah ah (many times)\n\n  People hint and wonder and they wanna know how and why\n  But let me first introduce myself i'm xxx\n  I'm 20 years of age i ran across some bullshit\n  People promise you bowl of cherries but don't forget there are pits\n  No hints, it's quicks, it's like the water and grits\n  They got another boy who can rhyme and do the fly flips\n  And that's i high i better get by because my ally\n  A bug can flip that crazy shit while i go look for some (die)\n\n  I need some zig-zag, zig-zag I need some zig-zag, zig-zag\n  How i need those zig-zag\n  zig-zag, zig-zag\n  How i love to get high\n\n  Eee ah ooh ah ah (many times)\n\n  What the?\n  Oh what the heck\n  Niggas just wanna get wrecked to the track\n  It's brand new and heavy as a chevy and in fact\n  The pharcyde is coming and i hope we're not wack\n  But at this point there's no turning back\n  But to be exact, i've got more flavors than a bucket full of fruit\n  In 92 we take cash 93 we take loot\n  Because the vinyl is delicious=20\n  I'm the nigga who's got bitches\n  Michael ross is the genie he's giving our wishes\n  One i wanna just jam with your band\n  Two two two...=20\n  You gotta play it all across the land\n  Three three three...\n  The plan is grab the ducats and say fuck it to the critics hey now\n  I was walkin' down the street balin'(?) to the beat\n  Phat beats in my head tennis shoes on my feet\n  Nigga tried to flex but he had to be smoked\n  So i shot him in the ass on the downstroke\n  Shot him in the ass on the downstroke\n  What?\n  Shot him in the ass on the downstroke\n  Yep\n  Shot him in the ass on the downstroke Shot-him-in-the-ass-on-the-downstroke\n\n  Souped on the beat like a bowl of chicken noodles\n  I love spanish dishes but no i'm not menudo\n  I can dig kung-fu i flip hoes like judo\n  Never date a chick who has a mom named bruno\n  A anna bonanna(?) bananafanafuno\n  Yet you know shafino=20\n  Met her in a trio\n  Souped up my (glass) jet flew her at the wheel\n  I'm somewhat creole=20\n  Don't like the man of steel\n  I'm not your carbon copy but your first rap (jalopy) for real\n  I used to deal but the fuzz popped me\n  I had the hydros but they repo'd my crops and steel\n  I chills like scotch on the rocks=20\n  'cause i just gets paid for them hard-core props\n  You know?\n\n  How long can you freak the funk? I separate the good stuff from the junk\n  How long can you freak the funk\n  Yeah, freak the funk\n  All right, freak the funk\n  Freak the funk I want the farmer man. farmer man.\n  I want the farmer man. you want the farmer man?\n  Yeah, i want the farmer man. you don't want no farmer man.\n  Give me the farmer man. once again it's the farmer man.\n\n  I go from skip-skop(?) to hip-hop to be-bop to p-funk\n  Cutting enough bullshit to turn a tree into a tree trunk\n  'cause we've sunk ships from the pacific to the atlantic\n  I dig dips who've got the hips that are gigantic 'cause i'm frantic\n  Take you in a frenzy=20\n  Takin' you out is easier than pullin' a pull-out out of a benzie\n  Box well i rocks the orthodox styles to make you squirm\n  Yes i come from callie no i do not have a perm\n  I stand firm on the mic device when i gets nice\n  Don't roll the dice if you can't pay the price\n  I got more flavor than 7-11 slurpees\n  If magic can admit he got aids, fuck it--i got herpes\n\n  Ah shit.\n  Ns, ns\n  Sounds like ns to me!\n\n  Eee ah ooh ah ah (many times)\n"},{"id":36950267,"name":"Soul Flower (2 Tha 3 Mix)","trackName":"Soul Flower (2 Tha 3 Mix)","artistName":"The Pharcyde","albumName":"Sold My Soul: The Remix & Rarity Collection","duration":256.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Eee ah ooh ah ah (many times)\n\nPeople hint and wonder and they wanna know how and why\nBut let me first introduce myself I'm tagging name romye\nI'm 20 years of age I ran across some bullshit\nPeople promise you bowl of cherries but don't forget there are pits\nNo hints, it's quicks, it's like the water and grits\nThey got another boy who can rhyme and do the fly flips\nAnd that's I high I better get by because my ally\nAbout to flip that crazy shit while I go look for some thai\n\nI need some zig-zag, zig-zag (3x)\nI need some zig-zag, zig-zag\nHow I need those zig-zag\n(i need some) zig-zag, zig-zag\nHow I love to get high\n\nEee ah ooh ah ah (many times)\n\nWhat the?\nOh what the heck\nNiggas just wanna get wrecked to the track\nIt's brand new and heavy as a chevy and in fact\nThe pharcyde is coming and I hope we're not wack\nBut at this point there's no turning back\nBut to be exact, I've got more flavors than a bucket full of fruit\nIn 92 we take cash 93 we take loot\nBecause the vinyl is delicious=20\nI'm the nigga who's got bitches\nMichael ross is the genie he's giving our wishes\nOne I wanna just jam with your band\nTwo two two...=20\nYou gotta play it all across the land\nThree three three...\nThe plan is grab the ducats and say f**k it to the critics hey now\nI was walkin' down the street balin'(?) to the beat\nPhat beats in my head tennis shoes on my feet\nNigga tried to flex but he had to be smoked\nSo I shot him in the ass on the downstroke\nShot him in the ass on the downstroke\nWhat?\nShot him in the ass on the downstroke\nYep\nShot him in the ass on the downstroke (5x)\nShot-him-in-the-ass-on-the-downstroke\n\nSouped on the beat like a bowl of chicken noodles\n\nI love spanish dishes but no I'm not menudo\nI can dig kung-fu I flip hoes like judo\nNever date a chick who has a mom named bruno\nA anna bonanna(?) bananafanafuno\nYet you know shafino=20\nMet her in a trio\nSouped up my (glass) jet flew her at the wheel\nI'm somewhat creole=20\nDon't like the man of steel\nI'm not your carbon copy but your first rap (jalopy) for real\nI used to deal but the fuzz popped me\nI had the hydros but they repo'd my crops and steel\nI chills like scotch on the rocks=20\n'cause I just gets paid for them hard-core props\nYou know?\n\nHow long can you freak the funk? 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(2x)\n  I separate the good stuff from the junk\n  How long can you freak the funk\n  Yeah, freak the funk\n  All right, freak the funk\n  Freak the funk (4x)\n\n  I want the farmer man. farmer man.\n  I want the farmer man. you want the farmer man?\n  Yeah, I want the farmer man. you don't want no farmer man.\n  Give me the farmer man. once again it's the farmer man.\n\n  I go from skip-skop(?) to hip-hop to be-bop to p-funk\n  Cutting enough bullshit to turn a tree into a tree trunk\n  'Cause we've sunk ships from the pacific to the atlantic\n  I dig dips who've got the hips that are gigantic 'cause I'm frantic\n  Take you in a frenzy=20\n  Takin' you out is easier than pullin' a pull-out out of a benzie\n  Box well I rocks the orthodox styles to make you squirm\n  Yes I come from callie no I do not have a perm\n  I stand firm on the mic device when I gets nice\n  Don't roll the dice if you can't pay the price\n  I got more flavor than 7-11 slurpees\n  If magic can admit he got aids, f**k it--i got herpes\n\n  Ah shit.\n  Ns, ns\n  Sounds like ns to me!\n\n  Eee ah ooh ah ah (many times)\n"},{"id":6545166,"name":"Soul Flower - Brand New Heavies Version Remix","trackName":"Soul Flower - Brand New Heavies Version Remix","artistName":"The Pharcyde","albumName":"Sold My Soul: The Remix & Rarity Collection","duration":222.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Eee ah ooh ah ah (many times)\n\nPeople hint and wonder and they wanna know how and why\nBut let me first introduce myself i'm xxx\nI'm 20 years of age i ran across some bullshit\nPeople promise you bowl of cherries but don't forget there are pits\nNo hints, it's quicks, it's like the water and grits\nThey got another boy who can rhyme and do the fly flips\nAnd that's i high i better get by because my ally\nA bug can flip that crazy shit while i go look for some (die)\n\nI need some zig-zag, zig-zag I need some zig-zag, zig-zag\nHow i need those zig-zag\nZig-zag, zig-zag\nHow i love to get high\n\nEee ah ooh ah ah (many times)\n\nWhat the?\nOh what the heck\nNiggas just wanna get wrecked to the track\nIt's brand new and heavy as a chevy and in fact\nThe pharcyde is coming and i hope we're not wack\nBut at this point there's no turning back\nBut to be exact, i've got more flavors than a bucket full of fruit\nIn 92 we take cash 93 we take loot\nBecause the vinyl is delicious=20\nI'm the nigga who's got bitches\nMichael ross is the genie he's giving our wishes\nOne i wanna just jam with your band\nTwo two two...=20\nYou gotta play it all across the land\nThree three three...\nThe plan is grab the ducats and say fuck it to the critics hey now\nI was walkin' down the street balin'(?) to the beat\nPhat beats in my head tennis shoes on my feet\nNigga tried to flex but he had to be smoked\nSo i shot him in the ass on the downstroke\nShot him in the ass on the downstroke\nWhat?\nShot him in the ass on the downstroke\nYep\nShot him in the ass on the downstroke Shot-him-in-the-ass-on-the-downstroke\n\nSouped on the beat like a bowl of chicken noodles\nI love spanish dishes but no i'm not menudo\nI can dig kung-fu i flip hoes like judo\nNever date a chick who has a mom named bruno\nA anna bonanna(?) bananafanafuno\nYet you know shafino=20\nMet her in a trio\nSouped up my (glass) jet flew her at the wheel\nI'm somewhat creole=20\nDon't like the man of steel\nI'm not your carbon copy but your first rap (jalopy) for real\nI used to deal but the fuzz popped me\nI had the hydros but they repo'd my crops and steel\nI chills like scotch on the rocks=20\n'Cause i just gets paid for them hard-core props\nYou know?\n\nHow long can you freak the funk? I separate the good stuff from the junk\nHow long can you freak the funk\nYeah, freak the funk\nAll right, freak the funk\nFreak the funk I want the farmer man. farmer man.\nI want the farmer man. you want the farmer man?\nYeah, i want the farmer man. you don't want no farmer man.\nGive me the farmer man. once again it's the farmer man.\n\nI go from skip-skop(?) to hip-hop to be-bop to p-funk\nCutting enough bullshit to turn a tree into a tree trunk\n'Cause we've sunk ships from the pacific to the atlantic\nI dig dips who've got the hips that are gigantic 'cause i'm frantic\nTake you in a frenzy=20\nTakin' you out is easier than pullin' a pull-out out of a benzie\nBox well i rocks the orthodox styles to make you squirm\nYes i come from callie no i do not have a perm\nI stand firm on the mic device when i gets nice\nDon't roll the dice if you can't pay the price\nI got more flavor than 7-11 slurpees\nIf magic can admit he got aids, fuck it--i got herpes\n\nAh shit.\nNs, ns\nSounds like ns to me!\n\nEee ah ooh ah ah (many times)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Soul Flower - Brand New Heavies Version Remix\n  artist: The Pharcyde\n  album: 'Sold My Soul: The Remix & Rarity Collection'\n  duration_ms: 222000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Eee ah ooh ah ah (many times)\n\n  People hint and wonder and they wanna know how and why\n  But let me first introduce myself i'm xxx\n  I'm 20 years of age i ran across some bullshit\n  People promise you bowl of cherries but don't forget there are pits\n  No hints, it's quicks, it's like the water and grits\n  They got another boy who can rhyme and do the fly flips\n  And that's i high i better get by because my ally\n  A bug can flip that crazy shit while i go look for some (die)\n\n  I need some zig-zag, zig-zag I need some zig-zag, zig-zag\n  How i need those zig-zag\n  Zig-zag, zig-zag\n  How i love to get high\n\n  Eee ah ooh ah ah (many times)\n\n  What the?\n  Oh what the heck\n  Niggas just wanna get wrecked to the track\n  It's brand new and heavy as a chevy and in fact\n  The pharcyde is coming and i hope we're not wack\n  But at this point there's no turning back\n  But to be exact, i've got more flavors than a bucket full of fruit\n  In 92 we take cash 93 we take loot\n  Because the vinyl is delicious=20\n  I'm the nigga who's got bitches\n  Michael ross is the genie he's giving our wishes\n  One i wanna just jam with your band\n  Two two two...=20\n  You gotta play it all across the land\n  Three three three...\n  The plan is grab the ducats and say fuck it to the critics hey now\n  I was walkin' down the street balin'(?) to the beat\n  Phat beats in my head tennis shoes on my feet\n  Nigga tried to flex but he had to be smoked\n  So i shot him in the ass on the downstroke\n  Shot him in the ass on the downstroke\n  What?\n  Shot him in the ass on the downstroke\n  Yep\n  Shot him in the ass on the downstroke Shot-him-in-the-ass-on-the-downstroke\n\n  Souped on the beat like a bowl of chicken noodles\n  I love spanish dishes but no i'm not menudo\n  I can dig kung-fu i flip hoes like judo\n  Never date a chick who has a mom named bruno\n  A anna bonanna(?) bananafanafuno\n  Yet you know shafino=20\n  Met her in a trio\n  Souped up my (glass) jet flew her at the wheel\n  I'm somewhat creole=20\n  Don't like the man of steel\n  I'm not your carbon copy but your first rap (jalopy) for real\n  I used to deal but the fuzz popped me\n  I had the hydros but they repo'd my crops and steel\n  I chills like scotch on the rocks=20\n  'Cause i just gets paid for them hard-core props\n  You know?\n\n  How long can you freak the funk? I separate the good stuff from the junk\n  How long can you freak the funk\n  Yeah, freak the funk\n  All right, freak the funk\n  Freak the funk I want the farmer man. farmer man.\n  I want the farmer man. you want the farmer man?\n  Yeah, i want the farmer man. you don't want no farmer man.\n  Give me the farmer man. once again it's the farmer man.\n\n  I go from skip-skop(?) to hip-hop to be-bop to p-funk\n  Cutting enough bullshit to turn a tree into a tree trunk\n  'Cause we've sunk ships from the pacific to the atlantic\n  I dig dips who've got the hips that are gigantic 'cause i'm frantic\n  Take you in a frenzy=20\n  Takin' you out is easier than pullin' a pull-out out of a benzie\n  Box well i rocks the orthodox styles to make you squirm\n  Yes i come from callie no i do not have a perm\n  I stand firm on the mic device when i gets nice\n  Don't roll the dice if you can't pay the price\n  I got more flavor than 7-11 slurpees\n  If magic can admit he got aids, fuck it--i got herpes\n\n  Ah shit.\n  Ns, ns\n  Sounds like ns to me!\n\n  Eee ah ooh ah ah (many times)\n"},{"id":6545167,"name":"Soul Flower (Brand New Heavies version)","trackName":"Soul Flower (Brand New Heavies version)","artistName":"The Pharcyde","albumName":"Sold My Soul: The Remix and Rarity Collection","duration":222.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Eee ah ooh ah ah (many times)\n\nPeople hint and wonder and they wanna know how and why\nBut let me first introduce myself i'm xxx\nI'm 20 years of age i ran across some bullshit\nPeople promise you bowl of cherries but don't forget there are pits\nNo hints, it's quicks, it's like the water and grits\nThey got another boy who can rhyme and do the fly flips\nAnd that's i high i better get by because my ally\nA bug can flip that crazy shit while i go look for some (die)\n\nI need some zig-zag, zig-zag I need some zig-zag, zig-zag\nHow i need those zig-zag\nZig-zag, zig-zag\nHow i love to get high\n\nEee ah ooh ah ah (many times)\n\nWhat the?\nOh what the heck\nNiggas just wanna get wrecked to the track\nIt's brand new and heavy as a chevy and in fact\nThe pharcyde is coming and i hope we're not wack\nBut at this point there's no turning back\nBut to be exact, i've got more flavors than a bucket full of fruit\nIn 92 we take cash 93 we take loot\nBecause the vinyl is delicious=20\nI'm the nigga who's got bitches\nMichael ross is the genie he's giving our wishes\nOne i wanna just jam with your band\nTwo two two...=20\nYou gotta play it all across the land\nThree three three...\nThe plan is grab the ducats and say fuck it to the critics hey now\nI was walkin' down the street balin'(?) to the beat\nPhat beats in my head tennis shoes on my feet\nNigga tried to flex but he had to be smoked\nSo i shot him in the ass on the downstroke\nShot him in the ass on the downstroke\nWhat?\nShot him in the ass on the downstroke\nYep\nShot him in the ass on the downstroke Shot-him-in-the-ass-on-the-downstroke\n\nSouped on the beat like a bowl of chicken noodles\nI love spanish dishes but no i'm not menudo\nI can dig kung-fu i flip hoes like judo\nNever date a chick who has a mom named bruno\nA anna bonanna(?) bananafanafuno\nYet you know shafino=20\nMet her in a trio\nSouped up my (glass) jet flew her at the wheel\nI'm somewhat creole=20\nDon't like the man of steel\nI'm not your carbon copy but your first rap (jalopy) for real\nI used to deal but the fuzz popped me\nI had the hydros but they repo'd my crops and steel\nI chills like scotch on the rocks=20\n'Cause i just gets paid for them hard-core props\nYou know?\n\nHow long can you freak the funk? I separate the good stuff from the junk\nHow long can you freak the funk\nYeah, freak the funk\nAll right, freak the funk\nFreak the funk I want the farmer man. farmer man.\nI want the farmer man. you want the farmer man?\nYeah, i want the farmer man. you don't want no farmer man.\nGive me the farmer man. once again it's the farmer man.\n\nI go from skip-skop(?) to hip-hop to be-bop to p-funk\nCutting enough bullshit to turn a tree into a tree trunk\n'Cause we've sunk ships from the pacific to the atlantic\nI dig dips who've got the hips that are gigantic 'cause i'm frantic\nTake you in a frenzy=20\nTakin' you out is easier than pullin' a pull-out out of a benzie\nBox well i rocks the orthodox styles to make you squirm\nYes i come from callie no i do not have a perm\nI stand firm on the mic device when i gets nice\nDon't roll the dice if you can't pay the price\nI got more flavor than 7-11 slurpees\nIf magic can admit he got aids, fuck it--i got herpes\n\nAh shit.\nNs, ns\nSounds like ns to me!\n\nEee ah ooh ah ah (many times)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Soul Flower (Brand New Heavies version)\n  artist: The Pharcyde\n  album: 'Sold My Soul: The Remix and Rarity Collection'\n  duration_ms: 222000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Eee ah ooh ah ah (many times)\n\n  People hint and wonder and they wanna know how and why\n  But let me first introduce myself i'm xxx\n  I'm 20 years of age i ran across some bullshit\n  People promise you bowl of cherries but don't forget there are pits\n  No hints, it's quicks, it's like the water and grits\n  They got another boy who can rhyme and do the fly flips\n  And that's i high i better get by because my ally\n  A bug can flip that crazy shit while i go look for some (die)\n\n  I need some zig-zag, zig-zag I need some zig-zag, zig-zag\n  How i need those zig-zag\n  Zig-zag, zig-zag\n  How i love to get high\n\n  Eee ah ooh ah ah (many times)\n\n  What the?\n  Oh what the heck\n  Niggas just wanna get wrecked to the track\n  It's brand new and heavy as a chevy and in fact\n  The pharcyde is coming and i hope we're not wack\n  But at this point there's no turning back\n  But to be exact, i've got more flavors than a bucket full of fruit\n  In 92 we take cash 93 we take loot\n  Because the vinyl is delicious=20\n  I'm the nigga who's got bitches\n  Michael ross is the genie he's giving our wishes\n  One i wanna just jam with your band\n  Two two two...=20\n  You gotta play it all across the land\n  Three three three...\n  The plan is grab the ducats and say fuck it to the critics hey now\n  I was walkin' down the street balin'(?) to the beat\n  Phat beats in my head tennis shoes on my feet\n  Nigga tried to flex but he had to be smoked\n  So i shot him in the ass on the downstroke\n  Shot him in the ass on the downstroke\n  What?\n  Shot him in the ass on the downstroke\n  Yep\n  Shot him in the ass on the downstroke Shot-him-in-the-ass-on-the-downstroke\n\n  Souped on the beat like a bowl of chicken noodles\n  I love spanish dishes but no i'm not menudo\n  I can dig kung-fu i flip hoes like judo\n  Never date a chick who has a mom named bruno\n  A anna bonanna(?) bananafanafuno\n  Yet you know shafino=20\n  Met her in a trio\n  Souped up my (glass) jet flew her at the wheel\n  I'm somewhat creole=20\n  Don't like the man of steel\n  I'm not your carbon copy but your first rap (jalopy) for real\n  I used to deal but the fuzz popped me\n  I had the hydros but they repo'd my crops and steel\n  I chills like scotch on the rocks=20\n  'Cause i just gets paid for them hard-core props\n  You know?\n\n  How long can you freak the funk? I separate the good stuff from the junk\n  How long can you freak the funk\n  Yeah, freak the funk\n  All right, freak the funk\n  Freak the funk I want the farmer man. farmer man.\n  I want the farmer man. you want the farmer man?\n  Yeah, i want the farmer man. you don't want no farmer man.\n  Give me the farmer man. once again it's the farmer man.\n\n  I go from skip-skop(?) to hip-hop to be-bop to p-funk\n  Cutting enough bullshit to turn a tree into a tree trunk\n  'Cause we've sunk ships from the pacific to the atlantic\n  I dig dips who've got the hips that are gigantic 'cause i'm frantic\n  Take you in a frenzy=20\n  Takin' you out is easier than pullin' a pull-out out of a benzie\n  Box well i rocks the orthodox styles to make you squirm\n  Yes i come from callie no i do not have a perm\n  I stand firm on the mic device when i gets nice\n  Don't roll the dice if you can't pay the price\n  I got more flavor than 7-11 slurpees\n  If magic can admit he got aids, fuck it--i got herpes\n\n  Ah shit.\n  Ns, ns\n  Sounds like ns to me!\n\n  Eee ah ooh ah ah (many times)\n"}]