[{"id":20978502,"name":"The Roots - Dynamite!","trackName":"The Roots - Dynamite!","artistName":"The Roots","albumName":"Things Fall Apart (Deluxe Edition)","duration":285.33551,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh uh, come on, S-P in the\nUp north into the NYC and the out West\nAnd to niggas in Cali and the Down South type dynamite\nWhat, yo yo come on dynamite dynamite\nUh check it out, uh uh\nYo yo yo yo yo check it out\n\nEverybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nCheck it out, every body\nTouch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\n\nYo, check it out\nIn-in tro-tro du-ducing\nThe sole missin' link, what could MC's who listen think\nIt's Black Thought, open your eyes and don't blink\nYo, to rock this mic is like a basic instinct\nBut yo in-in-tro-tro-du-ducing\n\nBehind thee, the mic champ-ion\nMore than a step-ion\nMotherfuckers sweatin' me, beggin' me just to get me on\nMacro-cosmic, micro-master\n\nAyo I'm all the way way, Phil Phil-lay-lay\nPeople wanna see the way the Illadel play\nYo, look in the mirror, watch what yourself say\nI'm from S-P, no mortal man can test me\nThought, I keep a lin-e in, upper eschulone-in\nHeineken, hold the rhymin' in, flows remindin' em\nCats that hear me up, some shit from back in the past\nYour half-steppin' ass, could never fathom a grasp because\n\nYo we got a doctrine, in cold-rockin' it\nBringin' this apocalype, nigga you mad topical\nB- my raps trick your optical\nMister superficial, I'm rippin' apart your heart tissue\nThis is your official, dismissal\nI don't study the artificial, who fuckin' wit the dark crystal\nYo where are is you? I'm movin' like a smart missile\nAimed and guaranteed to hit you\n\nSo when the Fifth do get on and perform, you in for it\nIt ain't no way to cen-sor it, my style metaphoric\nTo bricks and ten tons stacks hard to lift\nThe artist, comin' out the Fifth darkness\n\nWe go back like ancients, while you ain't shit\nSub-terrainean, never against the grain-ean\nAfro-American slash half-blade-ean\nIn your universe, my star's the most radiant\n\nCheck it out, everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nCheck it out, everybody\nTouch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nYeah, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\n\nAyo it's all the way live, from 2-1-5\nPlus admission is denied so just wait outside\nTwo extremes collide like Jekyl and Hyde\nAnd I provide you with the swerve you need, but take heed\nYou travellin' like speed\nIller than adventures you might read\nO-fficial original breed, the just-ice league, yo it's the P-5-D\nStyle fashionist, other MC's they actresses\n\nYo it's the high-opposed, you bout to get shot down\nTryin' to fly above this Illa-Fifth compound\nYou've known since the get-go, I rock your disco\nAin't nobody badder, but yo you get my gist so\nI represent so you gotta squint\nAs far as how I do it you ain't compen-sate\nWe causin' nui-sance and get in-decent so save your two cents\nDon't come in my district, kickin' that b-\n\nYo it's all simplistic, limited click get\nLyrically lifted, touchin' the Fifth shit\nTrenches of the mentally twisted, you enlisted\n5 was the emblem on the mic you got hit with\n\nAnd I stomp ya, till you call me conqueror\nBack-slappin' all the niggas that slept\nThinkin' that Elo could ever disappear\nI'm strippin' they veneer\nWith this non ether reefer, quiet frequent premiere\n\nCheck it out, everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nCheck it out, everybody\nTouch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nCheck it out, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\nC'mon, everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nYeah, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nCheck it out, everybody\nTouch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nTouch this Illa-Fith Dynamite yeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.09] Uh uh, come on, S-P in the\n[00:03.87] Up north into the NYC and the out West\n[00:06.80] And to niggas in Cali and the Down South type dynamite\n[00:11.13] What, yo yo come on dynamite dynamite\n[00:13.01] Uh check it out, uh uh\n[00:17.51] Yo yo yo yo yo check it out\n[00:20.88] Everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:25.00] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:27.35] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:30.05] Check it out, every body\n[00:33.05] Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:35.15] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:37.78] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\n[00:40.12] Yo, check it out\n[00:40.73] In-in tro-tro du-ducing\n[00:42.83] The sole missin' link, what could MC's who listen think\n[00:45.78] It's Black Thought, open your eyes and don't blink\n[00:48.23] Yo, to rock this mic is like a basic instinct\n[00:50.50] But yo in-in-tro-tro-du-ducing\n[00:52.92] Behind thee, the mic champ-ion\n[00:54.83] More than a step-ion\n[00:56.08] Motherfuckers sweatin' me, beggin' me just to get me on\n[00:58.67] Macro-cosmic, micro-master\n[01:00.75] Ayo I'm all the way way, Phil Phil-lay-lay\n[01:03.69] People wanna see the way the Illadel play\n[01:06.13] Yo, look in the mirror, watch what yourself say\n[01:08.48] I'm from S-P, no mortal man can test me\n[01:11.26] Thought, I keep a lin-e in, upper eschulone-in\n[01:14.46] Heineken, hold the rhymin' in, flows remindin' em\n[01:16.23] Cats that hear me up, some shit from back in the past\n[01:18.56] Your half-steppin' ass, could never fathom a grasp because\n[01:21.34] Yo we got a doctrine, in cold-rockin' it\n[01:24.00] Bringin' this apocalype, nigga you mad topical\n[01:26.66] B- my raps trick your optical\n[01:28.57] Mister superficial, I'm rippin' apart your heart tissue\n[01:31.61] This is your official, dismissal\n[01:34.18] I don't study the artificial, who fuckin' wit the dark crystal\n[01:37.15] Yo where are is you? I'm movin' like a smart missile\n[01:40.01] Aimed and guaranteed to hit you\n[01:41.43] So when the Fifth do get on and perform, you in for it\n[01:44.31] It ain't no way to cen-sor it, my style metaphoric\n[01:47.07] To bricks and ten tons stacks hard to lift\n[01:49.49] The artist, comin' out the Fifth darkness\n[01:51.89] We go back like ancients, while you ain't shit\n[01:54.49] Sub-terrainean, never against the grain-ean\n[01:57.22] Afro-American slash half-blade-ean\n[01:59.43] In your universe, my star's the most radiant\n[02:01.98] Check it out, everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:06.85] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:09.45] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:11.90] Check it out, everybody\n[02:14.99] Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:17.12] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:19.58] Yeah, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\n[02:22.55] Ayo it's all the way live, from 2-1-5\n[02:24.72] Plus admission is denied so just wait outside\n[02:27.42] Two extremes collide like Jekyl and Hyde\n[02:29.92] And I provide you with the swerve you need, but take heed\n[02:32.79] You travellin' like speed\n[02:34.18] Iller than adventures you might read\n[02:36.05] O-fficial original breed, the just-ice league, yo it's the P-5-D\n[02:40.14] Style fashionist, other MC's they actresses\n[02:42.71] Yo it's the high-opposed, you bout to get shot down\n[02:45.55] Tryin' to fly above this Illa-Fifth compound\n[02:47.80] You've known since the get-go, I rock your disco\n[02:50.58] Ain't nobody badder, but yo you get my gist so\n[02:53.46] I represent so you gotta squint\n[02:55.38] As far as how I do it you ain't compen-sate\n[02:57.84] We causin' nui-sance and get in-decent so save your two cents\n[03:00.88] Don't come in my district, kickin' that b-\n[03:03.42] Yo it's all simplistic, limited click get\n[03:05.95] Lyrically lifted, touchin' the Fifth shit\n[03:08.56] Trenches of the mentally twisted, you enlisted\n[03:11.31] 5 was the emblem on the mic you got hit with\n[03:13.05] And I stomp ya, till you call me conqueror\n[03:15.85] Back-slappin' all the niggas that slept\n[03:17.73] Thinkin' that Elo could ever disappear\n[03:19.88] I'm strippin' they veneer\n[03:20.84] With this non ether reefer, quiet frequent premiere\n[03:23.29] Check it out, everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[03:28.32] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[03:30.94] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[03:33.28] Check it out, everybody\n[03:36.45] Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[03:38.53] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[03:41.13] Check it out, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\n[03:43.48] C'mon, everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[03:48.75] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[03:51.35] Yeah, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[03:53.87] Check it out, everybody\n[03:56.82] Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[03:58.71] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[04:02.01] Touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite yeah\n[04:04.24] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Roots - 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on, S-P in the\n  Up north into the NYC and the out West\n  And to niggas in Cali and the Down South type dynamite\n  What, yo yo come on dynamite dynamite\n  Uh check it out, uh uh\n  Yo yo yo yo yo check it out\n\n  Everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n  Check it out, every body\n  Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\n\n  Yo, check it out\n  In-in tro-tro du-ducing\n  The sole missin' link, what could MC's who listen think\n  It's Black Thought, open your eyes and don't blink\n  Yo, to rock this mic is like a basic instinct\n  But yo in-in-tro-tro-du-ducing\n\n  Behind thee, the mic champ-ion\n  More than a step-ion\n  Motherfuckers sweatin' me, beggin' me just to get me on\n  Macro-cosmic, micro-master\n\n  Ayo I'm all the way way, Phil Phil-lay-lay\n  People wanna see the way the Illadel play\n  Yo, look in the mirror, 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Yo, where are is you?\nI'm movin' like a smart missile, aimed and guaranteed to hit you\nWord up, but when The Fifth do get on and perform, you in for it\nIt ain't no way to censor it\nMy style metaphoric to bricks and ten ton stacks hard to lift\nThe artist, comin' out the Fifth darkness\nSubterranean, never against the gradient\nAfro-American slash half-Pleiadian\nIn your universe, my star's the most radiant\n\nCheck it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nAiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n\nAiyo, it's all the way live, from 2-1-5\nPlus admission is denied, so just wait outside\nTwo extremes collide like Jekyll and Hyde\nAnd I provide you with the swerve you need, but take heed\nYou travellin' at light speed, iller than adventures you might read\nOfficial original breed, The Justice League\nYo, it's the P-5-D style fashionist\nOther MC's, they actresses\nYo, Mr. High-post, you 'bout to get shot down\nTryna fly above this Illa-Fifth compound\nYou've known since the get-go, I rock your disco\nAin't nobody badder, but yo, you get my gist so\nSee, I represent, so you gotta squint\nAs far as how I really do it, you incognizant\nWe causin' nuisance and get in-decent, so save your two cent\nDon't come in my district kickin' that *bullshit*\nYo, y'all simplistic limited clique get\nTrenches of the mentally twisted that you enlisted\n'Five' was the emblem on the mic you got hit with\nAnd I stomp ya, 'til you call me conqueror\nBack-slappin' all them niggas that slept\nThinkin' that Elo could ever disappear, I'm strippin' they veneer\nWit' this non-ether reefer, quite frequent premiere\n\nAiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nAiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nAiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nAiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.39] Uh uh, come on, S-P in the\n[00:02.98] Up north into the NYC and the out West\n[00:06.93] And to niggas in Cali and the Down South type dynamite\n[00:10.42] What, yo yo come on dynamite dynamite\n[00:14.48] Uh check it out, uh uh\n[00:17.18] Yo yo yo yo yo check it out\n[00:20.50] Everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:25.10] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:27.56] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:30.14] Check it out, every body\n[00:33.06] Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:35.22] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:37.85] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\n[00:39.85] Yo, check it out\n[00:41.18] In-in tro-tro du-ducing\n[00:43.07] The sole missin' link, what could MC's who listen think\n[00:45.97] It's Black Thought, open your eyes and don't blink\n[00:48.37] Yo, to rock this mic is like a basic instinct\n[00:50.76] But yo in-in-tro-tro-du-ducing\n[00:53.13] Behind thee, the mic champ-ion\n[00:55.02] More than a step-ion\n[00:56.16] Motherfuckers sweatin' me, beggin' me just to get me on\n[00:58.74] Macro-cosmic, micro-master\n[01:00.89] Ayo I'm all the way way, Phil Phil-lay-lay\n[01:03.86] People wanna see the way the Illadel play\n[01:06.30] Yo, look in the mirror, watch what yourself say\n[01:08.62] I'm from S-P, no mortal man can test me\n[01:11.28] Thought, I keep a lin-e in, upper eschulone-in\n[01:13.93] Heineken, hold the rhymin' in, flows remindin' em\n[01:16.38] Cats that hear me up, some shit from back in the past\n[01:18.76] Your half-steppin' ass, could never fathom a grasp because\n[01:21.53] Yo we got a doctrine, in cold-rockin' it\n[01:23.88] Bringin' this apocalype, nigga you mad topical\n[01:26.67] B- my raps trick your optical\n[01:28.75] Mister superficial, I'm rippin' apart your heart tissue\n[01:31.66] This is your official, dismissal\n[01:34.06] I don't study the artificial, who fuckin' wit the dark crystal\n[01:37.26] Yo where are is you? I'm movin' like a smart missile\n[01:39.87] Aimed and guaranteed to hit you\n[01:41.63] So when the Fifth do get on and perform, you in for it\n[01:44.29] It ain't no way to cen-sor it, my style metaphoric\n[01:47.24] To bricks and ten tons stacks hard to lift\n[01:49.55] The artist, comin' out the Fifth darkness\n[01:51.95] We go back like ancients, while you ain't shit\n[01:54.69] Sub-terrainean, never against the grain-ean\n[01:57.34] Afro-American slash half-blade-ean\n[01:59.73] In your universe, my star's the most radiant\n[02:01.84] Check it out, everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:06.90] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:09.39] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:12.08] Check it out, everybody\n[02:14.93] Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:17.14] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:19.53] Yeah, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\n[02:22.21] Ayo it's all the way live, from 2-1-5\n[02:24.99] Plus admission is denied so just wait outside\n[02:27.31] 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Yo, where are is you?\nI'm movin' like a smart missile, aimed and guaranteed to hit you\nWord up, but when The Fifth do get on and perform, you in for it\nIt ain't no way to censor it\nMy style metaphoric to bricks and ten ton stacks hard to lift\nThe artist, comin' out the Fifth darkness\nSubterranean, never against the gradient\nAfro-American slash half-Pleiadian\nIn your universe, my star's the most radiant\n\nCheck it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nAiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n\nAiyo, it's all the way live, from 2-1-5\nPlus admission is denied, so just wait outside\nTwo extremes collide like Jekyll and Hyde\nAnd I provide you with the swerve you need, but take heed\nYou travellin' at light speed, iller than adventures you might read\nOfficial original breed, The Justice League\nYo, it's the P-5-D style fashionist\nOther MC's, they actresses\nYo, Mr. High-post, you 'bout to get shot down\nTryna fly above this Illa-Fifth compound\nYou've known since the get-go, I rock your disco\nAin't nobody badder, but yo, you get my gist so\nSee, I represent, so you gotta squint\nAs far as how I really do it, you incognizant\nWe causin' nuisance and get in-decent, so save your two cent\nDon't come in my district kickin' that *bullshit*\nYo, y'all simplistic limited clique get\nTrenches of the mentally twisted that you enlisted\n'Five' was the emblem on the mic you got hit with\nAnd I stomp ya, 'til you call me conqueror\nBack-slappin' all them niggas that slept\nThinkin' that Elo could ever disappear, I'm strippin' they veneer\nWit' this non-ether reefer, quite frequent premiere\n\nAiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nAiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nAiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nAiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.39] Uh uh, come on, S-P in the\n[00:02.98] Up north into the NYC and the out West\n[00:06.93] And to niggas in Cali and the Down South type dynamite\n[00:10.42] What, yo yo come on dynamite dynamite\n[00:14.48] Uh check it out, uh uh\n[00:17.18] Yo yo yo yo yo check it out\n[00:20.50] Everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:25.10] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:27.56] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:30.14] Check it out, every body\n[00:33.06] Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:35.22] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:37.85] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\n[00:39.85] Yo, check it out\n[00:41.18] In-in tro-tro du-ducing\n[00:43.07] The sole missin' link, what could MC's who listen think\n[00:45.97] It's Black Thought, open your eyes and don't blink\n[00:48.37] Yo, to rock this mic is like a basic instinct\n[00:50.76] But yo in-in-tro-tro-du-ducing\n[00:53.13] Behind thee, the mic champ-ion\n[00:55.02] More than a step-ion\n[00:56.16] Motherfuckers sweatin' me, beggin' me just to get me on\n[00:58.74] Macro-cosmic, micro-master\n[01:00.89] Ayo I'm all the way way, Phil Phil-lay-lay\n[01:03.86] People wanna see the way the Illadel play\n[01:06.30] Yo, look in the mirror, watch what yourself say\n[01:08.62] I'm from S-P, no mortal man can test me\n[01:11.28] Thought, I keep a lin-e in, upper eschulone-in\n[01:13.93] Heineken, hold the rhymin' in, flows remindin' em\n[01:16.38] Cats that hear me up, some shit from back in the past\n[01:18.76] Your half-steppin' ass, could never fathom a grasp because\n[01:21.53] Yo we got a doctrine, in cold-rockin' it\n[01:23.88] Bringin' this apocalype, nigga you mad topical\n[01:26.67] B- my raps trick your optical\n[01:28.75] Mister superficial, I'm rippin' apart your heart tissue\n[01:31.66] This is your official, dismissal\n[01:34.06] I don't study the artificial, who fuckin' wit the dark crystal\n[01:37.26] Yo where are is you? I'm movin' like a smart missile\n[01:39.87] Aimed and guaranteed to hit you\n[01:41.63] So when the Fifth do get on and perform, you in for it\n[01:44.29] It ain't no way to cen-sor it, my style metaphoric\n[01:47.24] To bricks and ten tons stacks hard to lift\n[01:49.55] The artist, comin' out the Fifth darkness\n[01:51.95] We go back like ancients, while you ain't shit\n[01:54.69] Sub-terrainean, never against the grain-ean\n[01:57.34] Afro-American slash half-blade-ean\n[01:59.73] In your universe, my star's the most radiant\n[02:01.84] Check it out, everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:06.90] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:09.39] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:12.08] Check it out, everybody\n[02:14.93] Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:17.14] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:19.53] Yeah, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\n[02:22.21] Ayo it's all the way live, from 2-1-5\n[02:24.99] Plus admission is denied so just wait outside\n[02:27.31] 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Yo, where are is you?\nI'm movin' like a smart missile, aimed and guaranteed to hit you\nWord up, but when The Fifth do get on and perform, you in for it\nIt ain't no way to censor it\nMy style metaphoric to bricks and ten ton stacks hard to lift\nThe artist, comin' out the Fifth darkness\nSubterranean, never against the gradient\nAfro-American slash half-Pleiadian\nIn your universe, my star's the most radiant\n\nCheck it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nAiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n\nAiyo, it's all the way live, from 2-1-5\nPlus admission is denied, so just wait outside\nTwo extremes collide like Jekyll and Hyde\nAnd I provide you with the swerve you need, but take heed\nYou travellin' at light speed, iller than adventures you might read\nOfficial original breed, The Justice League\nYo, it's the P-5-D style fashionist\nOther MC's, they actresses\nYo, Mr. High-post, you 'bout to get shot down\nTryna fly above this Illa-Fifth compound\nYou've known since the get-go, I rock your disco\nAin't nobody badder, but yo, you get my gist so\nSee, I represent, so you gotta squint\nAs far as how I really do it, you incognizant\nWe causin' nuisance and get in-decent, so save your two cent\nDon't come in my district kickin' that *bullshit*\nYo, y'all simplistic limited clique get\nTrenches of the mentally twisted that you enlisted\n'Five' was the emblem on the mic you got hit with\nAnd I stomp ya, 'til you call me conqueror\nBack-slappin' all them niggas that slept\nThinkin' that Elo could ever disappear, I'm strippin' they veneer\nWit' this non-ether reefer, quite frequent premiere\n\nAiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nAiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nAiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nAiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.39] Uh uh, come on, S-P in the\n[00:02.98] Up north into the NYC and the out West\n[00:06.93] And to niggas in Cali and the Down South type dynamite\n[00:10.42] What, yo yo come on dynamite dynamite\n[00:14.48] Uh check it out, uh uh\n[00:17.18] Yo yo yo yo yo check it out\n[00:20.50] Everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:25.10] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:27.56] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:30.14] Check it out, every body\n[00:33.06] Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:35.22] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:37.85] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\n[00:39.85] Yo, check it out\n[00:41.18] In-in tro-tro du-ducing\n[00:43.07] The sole missin' link, what could MC's who listen think\n[00:45.97] It's Black Thought, open your eyes and don't blink\n[00:48.37] Yo, to rock this mic is like a basic instinct\n[00:50.76] But yo in-in-tro-tro-du-ducing\n[00:53.13] Behind thee, the mic champ-ion\n[00:55.02] More than a step-ion\n[00:56.16] Motherfuckers sweatin' me, beggin' me just to get me on\n[00:58.74] Macro-cosmic, micro-master\n[01:00.89] Ayo I'm all the way way, Phil Phil-lay-lay\n[01:03.86] People wanna see the way the Illadel play\n[01:06.30] Yo, look in the mirror, watch what yourself say\n[01:08.62] I'm from S-P, no mortal man can test me\n[01:11.28] Thought, I keep a lin-e in, upper eschulone-in\n[01:13.93] Heineken, hold the rhymin' in, flows remindin' em\n[01:16.38] Cats that hear me up, some shit from back in the past\n[01:18.76] Your half-steppin' ass, could never fathom a grasp because\n[01:21.53] Yo we got a doctrine, in cold-rockin' it\n[01:23.88] Bringin' this apocalype, nigga you mad topical\n[01:26.67] B- my raps trick your optical\n[01:28.75] Mister superficial, I'm rippin' apart your heart tissue\n[01:31.66] This is your official, dismissal\n[01:34.06] I don't study the artificial, who fuckin' wit the dark crystal\n[01:37.26] Yo where are is you? I'm movin' like a smart missile\n[01:39.87] Aimed and guaranteed to hit you\n[01:41.63] So when the Fifth do get on and perform, you in for it\n[01:44.29] It ain't no way to cen-sor it, my style metaphoric\n[01:47.24] To bricks and ten tons stacks hard to lift\n[01:49.55] The artist, comin' out the Fifth darkness\n[01:51.95] We go back like ancients, while you ain't shit\n[01:54.69] Sub-terrainean, never against the grain-ean\n[01:57.34] Afro-American slash half-blade-ean\n[01:59.73] In your universe, my star's the most radiant\n[02:01.84] Check it out, everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:06.90] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:09.39] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:12.08] Check it out, everybody\n[02:14.93] Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:17.14] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:19.53] Yeah, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\n[02:22.21] Ayo it's all the way live, from 2-1-5\n[02:24.99] Plus admission is denied so just wait outside\n[02:27.31] 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watch what yourself say\n  I'm from S-P, no mortal man can test me\n  Thought, I keep a line-ean, upper echelon-ean\n  Heineken, hold the rhymin' in, flows remindin' 'em\n  Your half-steppin' ass could never fathom or grasp because\n  Aiyo, we got a doctorate in cold-rockin' it\n  Bringin' this apocalype, nigga, you mad topical\n  *Hctib* my raps trick your optical\n  Mr. Superficial, I'm rippin' apart your heart tissue\n  This is your official dismissal, I don't study the artificial\n  Who fuckin' with the dark crystal? Yo, where are is you?\n  I'm movin' like a smart missile, aimed and guaranteed to hit you\n  Word up, but when The Fifth do get on and perform, you in for it\n  It ain't no way to censor it\n  My style metaphoric to bricks and ten ton stacks hard to lift\n  The artist, comin' out the Fifth darkness\n  Subterranean, never against the gradient\n  Afro-American slash half-Pleiadian\n  In your universe, my star's the most radiant\n\n  Check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\n  Touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  Aiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\n  Touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n\n  Aiyo, it's all the way live, from 2-1-5\n  Plus admission is denied, so just wait outside\n  Two extremes collide like Jekyll and Hyde\n  And I provide you with the swerve you need, but take heed\n  You travellin' at light speed, iller than adventures you might read\n  Official original breed, The Justice League\n  Yo, it's the P-5-D style fashionist\n  Other MC's, they actresses\n  Yo, Mr. High-post, you 'bout to get shot down\n  Tryna fly above this Illa-Fifth compound\n  You've known since the get-go, I rock your disco\n  Ain't nobody badder, but yo, you get my gist so\n  See, I represent, so you gotta squint\n  As far as how I really do it, you incognizant\n  We causin' nuisance and get in-decent, so save your two cent\n  Don't come in my district kickin' that *bullshit*\n  Yo, y'all simplistic limited clique get\n  Trenches of the mentally twisted that you enlisted\n  'Five' was the emblem on the mic you got hit with\n  And I stomp ya, 'til you call me conqueror\n  Back-slappin' all them niggas that slept\n  Thinkin' that Elo could ever disappear, I'm strippin' they veneer\n  Wit' this non-ether reefer, quite frequent premiere\n\n  Aiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\n  Touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  Aiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\n  Touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  Aiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\n  Touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  Aiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\n  Touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n"},{"id":536315,"name":"Dynamite","trackName":"Dynamite","artistName":"The Roots","albumName":"J. Dilla-Dillanthology","duration":286.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, uh, come on, S-P in the\nUp north into the NYC and the, out West\nAnd to niggas in Cali and the\nDown South type dynamite\nWhat, yo, yo, come on, dynamite, dynamite\nUh, check it out, uh, uh\nAyo, yo, yo, yo, yo\n\nCheck it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nAiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n\nYo, check it out, in-in-tro-tro-duc-ducin'\nThe sole missin' link, what could MC's who listen think?\nIt's Black Thought, open your eyes and don't blink\nYo, to rock this mic is like a basic instinct\nBut yo, in-in-tro-tro-duc-ducin'\nRehani, the mic champion, more than a step beyond\nMothafuckers sweatin' me, beggin' me just to get me on\nMacro-cosmic, micro-master\nAiyo, I'm all the way, way, Phil-Phil-lay-lay\nPeople wanna see the way the Illadelph play\nYo, look in the mirror, watch what yourself say\nI'm from S-P, no mortal man can test me\nThought, I keep a line-ean, upper echelon-ean\nHeineken, hold the rhymin' in, flows remindin' 'em\nYour half-steppin' ass could never fathom or grasp because\nAiyo, we got a doctorate in cold-rockin' it\nBringin' this apocalype, nigga, you mad topical\n*Hctib* my raps trick your optical\nMr. Superficial, I'm rippin' apart your heart tissue\nThis is your official dismissal, I don't study the artificial\nWho fuckin' with the dark crystal? Yo, where are is you?\nI'm movin' like a smart missile, aimed and guaranteed to hit you\nWord up, but when The Fifth do get on and perform, you in for it\nIt ain't no way to censor it\nMy style metaphoric to bricks and ten ton stacks hard to lift\nThe artist, comin' out the Fifth darkness\nSubterranean, never against the gradient\nAfro-American slash half-Pleiadian\nIn your universe, my star's the most radiant\n\nCheck it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nAiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n\nAiyo, it's all the way live, from 2-1-5\nPlus admission is denied, so just wait outside\nTwo extremes collide like Jekyll and Hyde\nAnd I provide you with the swerve you need, but take heed\nYou travellin' at light speed, iller than adventures you might read\nOfficial original breed, The Justice League\nYo, it's the P-5-D style fashionist\nOther MC's, they actresses\nYo, Mr. High-post, you 'bout to get shot down\nTryna fly above this Illa-Fifth compound\nYou've known since the get-go, I rock your disco\nAin't nobody badder, but yo, you get my gist so\nSee, I represent, so you gotta squint\nAs far as how I really do it, you incognizant\nWe causin' nuisance and get in-decent, so save your two cent\nDon't come in my district kickin' that *bullshit*\nYo, y'all simplistic limited clique get\nTrenches of the mentally twisted that you enlisted\n'Five' was the emblem on the mic you got hit with\nAnd I stomp ya, 'til you call me conqueror\nBack-slappin' all them niggas that slept\nThinkin' that Elo could ever disappear, I'm strippin' they veneer\nWit' this non-ether reefer, quite frequent premiere\n\nAiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nAiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nAiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nAiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.39] Uh uh, come on, S-P in the\n[00:02.98] Up north into the NYC and the out West\n[00:06.93] And to niggas in Cali and the Down South type dynamite\n[00:10.42] What, yo yo come on dynamite dynamite\n[00:14.48] Uh check it out, uh uh\n[00:17.18] Yo yo yo yo yo check it out\n[00:20.50] Everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:25.10] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:27.56] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:30.14] Check it out, every body\n[00:33.06] Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:35.22] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:37.85] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\n[00:39.85] Yo, check it out\n[00:41.18] In-in tro-tro du-ducing\n[00:43.07] The sole missin' link, what could MC's who listen think\n[00:45.97] It's Black Thought, open your eyes and don't blink\n[00:48.37] Yo, to rock this mic is like a basic instinct\n[00:50.76] But yo in-in-tro-tro-du-ducing\n[00:53.13] Behind thee, the mic champ-ion\n[00:55.02] More than a step-ion\n[00:56.16] Motherfuckers sweatin' me, beggin' me just to get me on\n[00:58.74] Macro-cosmic, micro-master\n[01:00.89] Ayo I'm all the way way, Phil Phil-lay-lay\n[01:03.86] People wanna see the way the Illadel play\n[01:06.30] Yo, look in the mirror, watch what yourself say\n[01:08.62] I'm from S-P, no mortal man can test me\n[01:11.28] Thought, I keep a lin-e in, upper eschulone-in\n[01:13.93] Heineken, hold the rhymin' in, flows remindin' em\n[01:16.38] Cats that hear me up, some shit from back in the past\n[01:18.76] Your half-steppin' ass, could never fathom a grasp because\n[01:21.53] Yo we got a doctrine, in cold-rockin' it\n[01:23.88] Bringin' this apocalype, nigga you mad topical\n[01:26.67] B- my raps trick your optical\n[01:28.75] Mister superficial, I'm rippin' apart your heart tissue\n[01:31.66] This is your official, dismissal\n[01:34.06] I don't study the artificial, who fuckin' wit the dark crystal\n[01:37.26] Yo where are is you? I'm movin' like a smart missile\n[01:39.87] Aimed and guaranteed to hit you\n[01:41.63] So when the Fifth do get on and perform, you in for it\n[01:44.29] It ain't no way to cen-sor it, my style metaphoric\n[01:47.24] To bricks and ten tons stacks hard to lift\n[01:49.55] The artist, comin' out the Fifth darkness\n[01:51.95] We go back like ancients, while you ain't shit\n[01:54.69] Sub-terrainean, never against the grain-ean\n[01:57.34] Afro-American slash half-blade-ean\n[01:59.73] In your universe, my star's the most radiant\n[02:01.84] Check it out, everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:06.90] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:09.39] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:12.08] Check it out, everybody\n[02:14.93] Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:17.14] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:19.53] Yeah, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\n[02:22.21] Ayo it's all the way live, from 2-1-5\n[02:24.99] Plus admission is denied so just wait outside\n[02:27.31] Two extremes collide like Jekyl and Hyde\n[02:30.03] And I provide you with the swerve you need, but take heed\n[02:32.77] You travellin' like speed\n[02:34.36] Iller than adventures you might read\n[02:36.23] O-fficial original breed, the just-ice league, yo it's the P-5-D\n[02:40.22] Style fashionist, other MC's they actresses\n[02:42.69] Yo it's the high-opposed, you bout to get shot down\n[02:45.39] Tryin' to fly above this Illa-Fifth compound\n[02:48.00] You've known since the get-go, I rock your disco\n[02:50.43] Ain't nobody badder, but yo you get my gist so\n[02:53.56] I represent so you gotta squint\n[02:55.57] As far as how I do it you ain't compen-sate\n[02:57.99] We causin' nui-sance and get in-decent so save your two cents\n[03:00.82] Don't come in my district, kickin' that b-\n[03:03.58] Yo it's all simplistic, limited click get\n[03:06.28] Lyrically lifted, touchin' the Fifth shit\n[03:08.67] Trenches of the mentally twisted, you enlisted\n[03:11.04] 5 was the emblem on the mic you got hit with\n[03:13.44] And I stomp ya, till you call me conqueror\n[03:15.85] Back-slappin' all the niggas that slept\n[03:17.77] Thinkin' that Elo could ever disappear\n[03:20.15] I'm strippin' they veneer\n[03:21.29] With this non ether reefer, quiet frequent premiere\n[03:23.58] Check it out, everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[03:28.63] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[03:31.06] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[03:33.40] Check it out, everybody\n[03:36.47] Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[03:38.59] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[03:41.22] Check it out, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\n[03:43.78] C'mon, everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[03:48.71] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[03:51.46] Yeah, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[03:53.94] Check it out, everybody\n[03:56.86] Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[03:59.28] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[04:02.27] Touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite yeah\n[04:05.15] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Dynamite\n  artist: The Roots\n  album: J. 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watch what yourself say\n  I'm from S-P, no mortal man can test me\n  Thought, I keep a line-ean, upper echelon-ean\n  Heineken, hold the rhymin' in, flows remindin' 'em\n  Your half-steppin' ass could never fathom or grasp because\n  Aiyo, we got a doctorate in cold-rockin' it\n  Bringin' this apocalype, nigga, you mad topical\n  *Hctib* my raps trick your optical\n  Mr. Superficial, I'm rippin' apart your heart tissue\n  This is your official dismissal, I don't study the artificial\n  Who fuckin' with the dark crystal? 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I'm movin' like a smart missile\nAimed and guaranteed to hit you\n\nSo when the Fifth do get on and perform, you in for it\nIt ain't no way to cen-sor it, my style metaphoric\nTo bricks and ten tons stacks hard to lift\nThe artist, comin' out the Fifth darkness\n\nWe go back like ancients, while you ain't shit\nSub-terrainean, never against the grain-ean\nAfro-American slash half-blade-ean\nIn your universe, my star's the most radiant\n\nCheck it out, everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nCheck it out, everybody\nTouch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nYeah, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\n\nAyo it's all the way live, from 2-1-5\nPlus admission is denied so just wait outside\nTwo extremes collide like Jekyl and Hyde\nAnd I provide you with the swerve you need, but take heed\nYou travellin' like speed\nIller than adventures you might read\nO-fficial original breed, the just-ice league, yo it's the P-5-D\nStyle fashionist, other MC's they actresses\n\nYo it's the high-opposed, you bout to get shot down\nTryin' to fly above this Illa-Fifth compound\nYou've known since the get-go, I rock your disco\nAin't nobody badder, but yo you get my gist so\nI represent so you gotta squint\nAs far as how I do it you ain't compen-sate\nWe causin' nui-sance and get in-decent so save your two cents\nDon't come in my district, kickin' that b-\n\nYo it's all simplistic, limited click get\nLyrically lifted, touchin' the Fifth shit\nTrenches of the mentally twisted, you enlisted\n5 was the emblem on the mic you got hit with\n\nAnd I stomp ya, till you call me conqueror\nBack-slappin' all the niggas that slept\nThinkin' that Elo could ever disappear\nI'm strippin' they veneer\nWith this non ether reefer, quiet frequent premiere\n\nCheck it out, everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nCheck it out, everybody\nTouch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nCheck it out, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\nC'mon, everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nYeah, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nCheck it out, everybody\nTouch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nTouch this Illa-Fith Dynamite yeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.38] Uh uh, come on, S-P in the\n[00:02.95] Up north into the NYC and the out West\n[00:06.99] And to niggas in Cali and the Down South type dynamite\n[00:10.42] What, yo yo come on dynamite dynamite\n[00:14.48] Uh check it out, uh uh\n[00:17.14] Yo yo yo yo yo check it out\n[00:20.58] Everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:25.15] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:27.53] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:30.18] Check it out, every body\n[00:33.07] Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:35.25] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:37.86] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\n[00:39.86] Yo, check it out\n[00:41.15] In-in tro-tro du-ducing\n[00:43.06] The sole missin' link, what could MC's who listen think\n[00:45.93] It's Black Thought, open your eyes and don't blink\n[00:48.39] Yo, to rock this mic is like a basic instinct\n[00:50.73] But yo in-in-tro-tro-du-ducing\n[00:53.16] Behind thee, the mic champ-ion\n[00:55.05] More than a step-ion\n[00:56.19] Motherfuckers sweatin' me, beggin' me just to get me on\n[00:58.73] Macro-cosmic, micro-master\n[01:00.83] Ayo I'm all the way way, Phil Phil-lay-lay\n[01:03.85] People wanna see the way the Illadel play\n[01:06.21] Yo, look in the mirror, watch what yourself say\n[01:08.68] I'm from S-P, no mortal man can test me\n[01:11.27] Thought, I keep a lin-e in, upper eschulone-in\n[01:13.92] Heineken, hold the rhymin' in, flows remindin' em\n[01:16.33] Cats that hear me up, some shit from back in the past\n[01:18.73] Your half-steppin' ass, could never fathom a grasp because\n[01:21.51] Yo we got a doctrine, in cold-rockin' it\n[01:23.89] Bringin' this apocalype, nigga you mad topical\n[01:26.61] B- my raps trick your optical\n[01:28.73] Mister superficial, I'm rippin' apart your heart tissue\n[01:31.67] This is your official, dismissal\n[01:34.05] I don't study the artificial, who fuckin' wit the dark crystal\n[01:37.23] Yo where are is you? I'm movin' like a smart missile\n[01:39.83] Aimed and guaranteed to hit you\n[01:41.69] So when the Fifth do get on and perform, you in for it\n[01:44.29] It ain't no way to cen-sor it, my style metaphoric\n[01:47.21] To bricks and ten tons stacks hard to lift\n[01:49.53] The artist, comin' out the Fifth darkness\n[01:51.97] We go back like ancients, while you ain't shit\n[01:54.67] Sub-terrainean, never against the grain-ean\n[01:57.40] Afro-American slash half-blade-ean\n[01:59.73] In your universe, my star's the most radiant\n[02:01.88] Check it out, everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:06.98] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:09.37] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:12.04] Check it out, everybody\n[02:14.94] Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:17.15] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:19.57] Yeah, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\n[02:22.25] Ayo it's all the way live, from 2-1-5\n[02:24.99] Plus admission is denied so just wait outside\n[02:27.38] 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I'm movin' like a smart missile\nAimed and guaranteed to hit you\n\nSo when the Fifth do get on and perform, you in for it\nIt ain't no way to cen-sor it, my style metaphoric\nTo bricks and ten tons stacks hard to lift\nThe artist, comin' out the Fifth darkness\n\nWe go back like ancients, while you ain't shit\nSub-terrainean, never against the grain-ean\nAfro-American slash half-blade-ean\nIn your universe, my star's the most radiant\n\nCheck it out, everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nCheck it out, everybody\nTouch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nYeah, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\n\nAyo it's all the way live, from 2-1-5\nPlus admission is denied so just wait outside\nTwo extremes collide like Jekyl and Hyde\nAnd I provide you with the swerve you need, but take heed\nYou travellin' like speed\nIller than adventures you might read\nO-fficial original breed, the just-ice league, yo it's the P-5-D\nStyle fashionist, other MC's they actresses\n\nYo it's the high-opposed, you bout to get shot down\nTryin' to fly above this Illa-Fifth compound\nYou've known since the get-go, I rock your disco\nAin't nobody badder, but yo you get my gist so\nI represent so you gotta squint\nAs far as how I do it you ain't compen-sate\nWe causin' nui-sance and get in-decent so save your two cents\nDon't come in my district, kickin' that b-\n\nYo it's all simplistic, limited click get\nLyrically lifted, touchin' the Fifth shit\nTrenches of the mentally twisted, you enlisted\n5 was the emblem on the mic you got hit with\n\nAnd I stomp ya, till you call me conqueror\nBack-slappin' all the niggas that slept\nThinkin' that Elo could ever disappear\nI'm strippin' they veneer\nWith this non ether reefer, quiet frequent premiere\n\nCheck it out, everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nCheck it out, everybody\nTouch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nCheck it out, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\nC'mon, everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nYeah, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nCheck it out, everybody\nTouch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nTouch this Illa-Fith Dynamite yeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.38] Uh uh, come on, S-P in the\n[00:02.95] Up north into the NYC and the out West\n[00:06.99] And to niggas in Cali and the Down South type dynamite\n[00:10.42] What, yo yo come on dynamite dynamite\n[00:14.48] Uh check it out, uh uh\n[00:17.14] Yo yo yo yo yo check it out\n[00:20.58] Everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:25.15] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:27.53] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:30.18] Check it out, every body\n[00:33.07] Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:35.25] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:37.86] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\n[00:39.86] Yo, check it out\n[00:41.15] In-in tro-tro du-ducing\n[00:43.06] The sole missin' link, what could MC's who listen think\n[00:45.93] It's Black Thought, open your eyes and don't blink\n[00:48.39] Yo, to rock this mic is like a basic instinct\n[00:50.73] But yo in-in-tro-tro-du-ducing\n[00:53.16] Behind thee, the mic champ-ion\n[00:55.05] More than a step-ion\n[00:56.19] Motherfuckers sweatin' me, beggin' me just to get me on\n[00:58.73] Macro-cosmic, micro-master\n[01:00.83] Ayo I'm all the way way, Phil Phil-lay-lay\n[01:03.85] People wanna see the way the Illadel play\n[01:06.21] Yo, look in the mirror, watch what yourself say\n[01:08.68] I'm from S-P, no mortal man can test me\n[01:11.27] Thought, I keep a lin-e in, upper eschulone-in\n[01:13.92] Heineken, hold the rhymin' in, flows remindin' em\n[01:16.33] Cats that hear me up, some shit from back in the past\n[01:18.73] Your half-steppin' ass, could never fathom a grasp because\n[01:21.51] Yo we got a doctrine, in cold-rockin' it\n[01:23.89] Bringin' this apocalype, nigga you mad topical\n[01:26.61] B- my raps trick your optical\n[01:28.73] Mister superficial, I'm rippin' apart your heart tissue\n[01:31.67] This is your official, dismissal\n[01:34.05] I don't study the artificial, who fuckin' wit the dark crystal\n[01:37.23] Yo where are is you? I'm movin' like a smart missile\n[01:39.83] Aimed and guaranteed to hit you\n[01:41.69] So when the Fifth do get on and perform, you in for it\n[01:44.29] It ain't no way to cen-sor it, my style metaphoric\n[01:47.21] To bricks and ten tons stacks hard to lift\n[01:49.53] The artist, comin' out the Fifth darkness\n[01:51.97] We go back like ancients, while you ain't shit\n[01:54.67] Sub-terrainean, never against the grain-ean\n[01:57.40] Afro-American slash half-blade-ean\n[01:59.73] In your universe, my star's the most radiant\n[02:01.88] Check it out, everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:06.98] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:09.37] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:12.04] Check it out, everybody\n[02:14.94] Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:17.15] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:19.57] Yeah, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\n[02:22.25] Ayo it's all the way live, from 2-1-5\n[02:24.99] Plus admission is denied so just wait outside\n[02:27.38] 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I'm movin' like a smart missile\nAimed and guaranteed to hit you\n\nSo when the Fifth do get on and perform, you in for it\nIt ain't no way to cen-sor it, my style metaphoric\nTo bricks and ten tons stacks hard to lift\nThe artist, comin' out the Fifth darkness\n\nWe go back like ancients, while you ain't shit\nSub-terrainean, never against the grain-ean\nAfro-American slash half-blade-ean\nIn your universe, my star's the most radiant\n\nCheck it out, everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nCheck it out, everybody\nTouch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nYeah, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\n\nAyo it's all the way live, from 2-1-5\nPlus admission is denied so just wait outside\nTwo extremes collide like Jekyl and Hyde\nAnd I provide you with the swerve you need, but take heed\nYou travellin' like speed\nIller than adventures you might read\nO-fficial original breed, the just-ice league, yo it's the P-5-D\nStyle fashionist, other MC's they actresses\n\nYo it's the high-opposed, you bout to get shot down\nTryin' to fly above this Illa-Fifth compound\nYou've known since the get-go, I rock your disco\nAin't nobody badder, but yo you get my gist so\nI represent so you gotta squint\nAs far as how I do it you ain't compen-sate\nWe causin' nui-sance and get in-decent so save your two cents\nDon't come in my district, kickin' that b-\n\nYo it's all simplistic, limited click get\nLyrically lifted, touchin' the Fifth shit\nTrenches of the mentally twisted, you enlisted\n5 was the emblem on the mic you got hit with\n\nAnd I stomp ya, till you call me conqueror\nBack-slappin' all the niggas that slept\nThinkin' that Elo could ever disappear\nI'm strippin' they veneer\nWith this non ether reefer, quiet frequent premiere\n\nCheck it out, everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nCheck it out, everybody\nTouch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nCheck it out, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\nC'mon, everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nYeah, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nCheck it out, everybody\nTouch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nTouch this Illa-Fith Dynamite yeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.38] Uh uh, come on, S-P in the\n[00:02.95] Up north into the NYC and the out West\n[00:06.99] And to niggas in Cali and the Down South type dynamite\n[00:10.42] What, yo yo come on dynamite dynamite\n[00:14.48] Uh check it out, uh uh\n[00:17.14] Yo yo yo yo yo check it out\n[00:20.58] Everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:25.15] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:27.53] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:30.18] Check it out, every body\n[00:33.07] Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:35.25] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:37.86] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\n[00:39.86] Yo, check it out\n[00:41.15] In-in tro-tro du-ducing\n[00:43.06] The sole missin' link, what could MC's who listen think\n[00:45.93] It's Black Thought, open your eyes and don't blink\n[00:48.39] Yo, to rock this mic is like a basic instinct\n[00:50.73] But yo in-in-tro-tro-du-ducing\n[00:53.16] Behind thee, the mic champ-ion\n[00:55.05] More than a step-ion\n[00:56.19] Motherfuckers sweatin' me, beggin' me just to get me on\n[00:58.73] Macro-cosmic, micro-master\n[01:00.83] Ayo I'm all the way way, Phil Phil-lay-lay\n[01:03.85] People wanna see the way the Illadel play\n[01:06.21] Yo, look in the mirror, watch what yourself say\n[01:08.68] I'm from S-P, no mortal man can test me\n[01:11.27] Thought, I keep a lin-e in, upper eschulone-in\n[01:13.92] Heineken, hold the rhymin' in, flows remindin' em\n[01:16.33] Cats that hear me up, some shit from back in the past\n[01:18.73] Your half-steppin' ass, could never fathom a grasp because\n[01:21.51] Yo we got a doctrine, in cold-rockin' it\n[01:23.89] Bringin' this apocalype, nigga you mad topical\n[01:26.61] B- my raps trick your optical\n[01:28.73] Mister superficial, I'm rippin' apart your heart tissue\n[01:31.67] This is your official, dismissal\n[01:34.05] I don't study the artificial, who fuckin' wit the dark crystal\n[01:37.23] Yo where are is you? I'm movin' like a smart missile\n[01:39.83] Aimed and guaranteed to hit you\n[01:41.69] So when the Fifth do get on and perform, you in for it\n[01:44.29] It ain't no way to cen-sor it, my style metaphoric\n[01:47.21] To bricks and ten tons stacks hard to lift\n[01:49.53] The artist, comin' out the Fifth darkness\n[01:51.97] We go back like ancients, while you ain't shit\n[01:54.67] Sub-terrainean, never against the grain-ean\n[01:57.40] Afro-American slash half-blade-ean\n[01:59.73] In your universe, my star's the most radiant\n[02:01.88] Check it out, everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:06.98] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:09.37] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:12.04] Check it out, everybody\n[02:14.94] Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:17.15] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:19.57] Yeah, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\n[02:22.25] Ayo it's all the way live, from 2-1-5\n[02:24.99] Plus admission is denied so just wait outside\n[02:27.38] 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I'm movin' like a smart missile\nAimed and guaranteed to hit you\n\nSo when the Fifth do get on and perform, you in for it\nIt ain't no way to cen-sor it, my style metaphoric\nTo bricks and ten tons stacks hard to lift\nThe artist, comin' out the Fifth darkness\n\nWe go back like ancients, while you ain't shit\nSub-terrainean, never against the grain-ean\nAfro-American slash half-blade-ean\nIn your universe, my star's the most radiant\n\nCheck it out, everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nCheck it out, everybody\nTouch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nYeah, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\n\nAyo it's all the way live, from 2-1-5\nPlus admission is denied so just wait outside\nTwo extremes collide like Jekyl and Hyde\nAnd I provide you with the swerve you need, but take heed\nYou travellin' like speed\nIller than adventures you might read\nO-fficial original breed, the just-ice league, yo it's the P-5-D\nStyle fashionist, other MC's they actresses\n\nYo it's the high-opposed, you bout to get shot down\nTryin' to fly above this Illa-Fifth compound\nYou've known since the get-go, I rock your disco\nAin't nobody badder, but yo you get my gist so\nI represent so you gotta squint\nAs far as how I do it you ain't compen-sate\nWe causin' nui-sance and get in-decent so save your two cents\nDon't come in my district, kickin' that b-\n\nYo it's all simplistic, limited click get\nLyrically lifted, touchin' the Fifth shit\nTrenches of the mentally twisted, you enlisted\n5 was the emblem on the mic you got hit with\n\nAnd I stomp ya, till you call me conqueror\nBack-slappin' all the niggas that slept\nThinkin' that Elo could ever disappear\nI'm strippin' they veneer\nWith this non ether reefer, quiet frequent premiere\n\nCheck it out, everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nCheck it out, everybody\nTouch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nCheck it out, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\nC'mon, everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nYeah, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nCheck it out, everybody\nTouch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nTouch this Illa-Fith Dynamite yeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.38] Uh uh, come on, S-P in the\n[00:02.95] Up north into the NYC and the out West\n[00:06.99] And to niggas in Cali and the Down South type dynamite\n[00:10.42] What, yo yo come on dynamite dynamite\n[00:14.48] Uh check it out, uh uh\n[00:17.14] Yo yo yo yo yo check it out\n[00:20.58] Everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:25.15] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:27.53] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:30.18] Check it out, every body\n[00:33.07] Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:35.25] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:37.86] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\n[00:39.86] Yo, check it out\n[00:41.15] In-in tro-tro du-ducing\n[00:43.06] The sole missin' link, what could MC's who listen think\n[00:45.93] It's Black Thought, open your eyes and don't blink\n[00:48.39] Yo, to rock this mic is like a basic instinct\n[00:50.73] But yo in-in-tro-tro-du-ducing\n[00:53.16] Behind thee, the mic champ-ion\n[00:55.05] More than a step-ion\n[00:56.19] Motherfuckers sweatin' me, beggin' me just to get me on\n[00:58.73] Macro-cosmic, micro-master\n[01:00.83] Ayo I'm all the way way, Phil Phil-lay-lay\n[01:03.85] People wanna see the way the Illadel play\n[01:06.21] Yo, look in the mirror, watch what yourself say\n[01:08.68] I'm from S-P, no mortal man can test me\n[01:11.27] Thought, I keep a lin-e in, upper eschulone-in\n[01:13.92] Heineken, hold the rhymin' in, flows remindin' em\n[01:16.33] Cats that hear me up, some shit from back in the past\n[01:18.73] Your half-steppin' ass, could never fathom a grasp because\n[01:21.51] Yo we got a doctrine, in cold-rockin' it\n[01:23.89] Bringin' this apocalype, nigga you mad topical\n[01:26.61] B- my raps trick your optical\n[01:28.73] Mister superficial, I'm rippin' apart your heart tissue\n[01:31.67] This is your official, dismissal\n[01:34.05] I don't study the artificial, who fuckin' wit the dark crystal\n[01:37.23] Yo where are is you? 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Yo, where are is you?\nI'm movin' like a smart missile, aimed and guaranteed to hit you\nWord up, but when The Fifth do get on and perform, you in for it\nIt ain't no way to censor it\nMy style metaphoric to bricks and ten ton stacks hard to lift\nThe artist, comin' out the Fifth darkness\nSubterranean, never against the gradient\nAfro-American slash half-Pleiadian\nIn your universe, my star's the most radiant\n\nCheck it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nAiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n\nAiyo, it's all the way live, from 2-1-5\nPlus admission is denied, so just wait outside\nTwo extremes collide like Jekyll and Hyde\nAnd I provide you with the swerve you need, but take heed\nYou travellin' at light speed, iller than adventures you might read\nOfficial original breed, The Justice League\nYo, it's the P-5-D style fashionist\nOther MC's, they actresses\nYo, Mr. High-post, you 'bout to get shot down\nTryna fly above this Illa-Fifth compound\nYou've known since the get-go, I rock your disco\nAin't nobody badder, but yo, you get my gist so\nSee, I represent, so you gotta squint\nAs far as how I really do it, you incognizant\nWe causin' nuisance and get in-decent, so save your two cent\nDon't come in my district kickin' that *bullshit*\nYo, y'all simplistic limited clique get\nTrenches of the mentally twisted that you enlisted\n'Five' was the emblem on the mic you got hit with\nAnd I stomp ya, 'til you call me conqueror\nBack-slappin' all them niggas that slept\nThinkin' that Elo could ever disappear, I'm strippin' they veneer\nWit' this non-ether reefer, quite frequent premiere\n\nAiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nAiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nAiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nAiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.39] Uh uh, come on, S-P in the\n[00:02.98] Up north into the NYC and the out West\n[00:06.93] And to niggas in Cali and the Down South type dynamite\n[00:10.42] What, yo yo come on dynamite dynamite\n[00:14.48] Uh check it out, uh uh\n[00:17.18] Yo yo yo yo yo check it out\n[00:20.50] Everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:25.10] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:27.56] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:30.14] Check it out, every body\n[00:33.06] Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:35.22] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:37.85] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\n[00:39.85] Yo, check it out\n[00:41.18] In-in tro-tro du-ducing\n[00:43.07] The sole missin' link, what could MC's who listen think\n[00:45.97] It's Black Thought, open your eyes and don't blink\n[00:48.37] Yo, to rock this mic is like a basic instinct\n[00:50.76] But yo in-in-tro-tro-du-ducing\n[00:53.13] Behind thee, the mic champ-ion\n[00:55.02] More than a step-ion\n[00:56.16] Motherfuckers sweatin' me, beggin' me just to get me on\n[00:58.74] Macro-cosmic, micro-master\n[01:00.89] Ayo I'm all the way way, Phil Phil-lay-lay\n[01:03.86] People wanna see the way the Illadel play\n[01:06.30] Yo, look in the mirror, watch what yourself say\n[01:08.62] I'm from S-P, no mortal man can test me\n[01:11.28] Thought, I keep a lin-e in, upper eschulone-in\n[01:13.93] Heineken, hold the rhymin' in, flows remindin' em\n[01:16.38] Cats that hear me up, some shit from back in the past\n[01:18.76] Your half-steppin' ass, could never fathom a grasp because\n[01:21.53] Yo we got a doctrine, in cold-rockin' it\n[01:23.88] Bringin' this apocalype, nigga you mad topical\n[01:26.67] B- my raps trick your optical\n[01:28.75] Mister superficial, I'm rippin' apart your heart tissue\n[01:31.66] This is your official, dismissal\n[01:34.06] I don't study the artificial, who fuckin' wit the dark crystal\n[01:37.26] Yo where are is you? I'm movin' like a smart missile\n[01:39.87] Aimed and guaranteed to hit you\n[01:41.63] So when the Fifth do get on and perform, you in for it\n[01:44.29] It ain't no way to cen-sor it, my style metaphoric\n[01:47.24] To bricks and ten tons stacks hard to lift\n[01:49.55] The artist, comin' out the Fifth darkness\n[01:51.95] We go back like ancients, while you ain't shit\n[01:54.69] Sub-terrainean, never against the grain-ean\n[01:57.34] Afro-American slash half-blade-ean\n[01:59.73] In your universe, my star's the most radiant\n[02:01.84] Check it out, everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:06.90] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:09.39] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:12.08] Check it out, everybody\n[02:14.93] Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:17.14] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:19.53] Yeah, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\n[02:22.21] Ayo it's all the way live, from 2-1-5\n[02:24.99] Plus admission is denied so just wait outside\n[02:27.31] 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start_ms: 58740\n  end_ms: 60890\n- text: Ayo I'm all the way way, Phil Phil-lay-lay\n  start_ms: 60890\n  end_ms: 63860\n- text: People wanna see the way the Illadel play\n  start_ms: 63860\n  end_ms: 66300\n- text: Yo, look in the mirror, watch what yourself say\n  start_ms: 66300\n  end_ms: 68620\n- text: I'm from S-P, no mortal man can test me\n  start_ms: 68620\n  end_ms: 71280\n- text: Thought, I keep a lin-e in, upper eschulone-in\n  start_ms: 71280\n  end_ms: 73930\n- text: Heineken, hold the rhymin' in, flows remindin' em\n  start_ms: 73930\n  end_ms: 76380\n- text: Cats that hear me up, some shit from back in the past\n  start_ms: 76380\n  end_ms: 78760\n- text: Your half-steppin' ass, could never fathom a grasp because\n  start_ms: 78760\n  end_ms: 81530\n- text: Yo we got a doctrine, in cold-rockin' it\n  start_ms: 81530\n  end_ms: 83880\n- text: Bringin' this apocalype, nigga you mad topical\n  start_ms: 83880\n  end_ms: 86670\n- text: B- my raps trick your optical\n  start_ms: 86670\n  end_ms: 88750\n- text: Mister superficial, I'm rippin' apart your heart tissue\n  start_ms: 88750\n  end_ms: 91660\n- text: This is your official, dismissal\n  start_ms: 91660\n  end_ms: 94060\n- text: I don't study the artificial, who fuckin' wit the dark crystal\n  start_ms: 94060\n  end_ms: 97260\n- text: Yo where are is you? I'm movin' like a smart missile\n  start_ms: 97260\n  end_ms: 99870\n- text: Aimed and guaranteed to hit you\n  start_ms: 99870\n  end_ms: 101630\n- text: So when the Fifth do get on and perform, you in for it\n  start_ms: 101630\n  end_ms: 104290\n- text: It ain't no way to cen-sor it, my style metaphoric\n  start_ms: 104290\n  end_ms: 107240\n- text: To bricks and ten tons stacks hard to lift\n  start_ms: 107240\n  end_ms: 109550\n- text: The artist, comin' out the Fifth darkness\n  start_ms: 109550\n  end_ms: 111950\n- text: We go back like ancients, while you ain't shit\n  start_ms: 111950\n  end_ms: 114690\n- text: Sub-terrainean, never against the grain-ean\n  start_ms: 114690\n  end_ms: 117340\n- text: Afro-American slash half-blade-ean\n  start_ms: 117340\n  end_ms: 119730\n- text: In your universe, my star's the most radiant\n  start_ms: 119730\n  end_ms: 121840\n- text: Check it out, everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n  start_ms: 121840\n  end_ms: 126900\n- text: C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n  start_ms: 126900\n  end_ms: 129390\n- text: C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n  start_ms: 129390\n  end_ms: 132080\n- text: Check it out, everybody\n  start_ms: 132080\n  end_ms: 134930\n- text: Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n  start_ms: 134930\n  end_ms: 137140\n- text: C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n  start_ms: 137140\n  end_ms: 139530\n- text: Yeah, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\n  start_ms: 139530\n  end_ms: 142210\n- text: Ayo it's all the way live, from 2-1-5\n  start_ms: 142210\n  end_ms: 144990\n- text: Plus admission is denied so just wait outside\n  start_ms: 144990\n  end_ms: 147310\n- text: Two extremes collide like Jekyl and Hyde\n  start_ms: 147310\n  end_ms: 150030\n- text: And I provide you with the swerve you need, but take heed\n  start_ms: 150030\n  end_ms: 152770\n- text: You travellin' like speed\n  start_ms: 152770\n  end_ms: 154360\n- text: Iller than adventures you might read\n  start_ms: 154360\n  end_ms: 156230\n- text: O-fficial original breed, the just-ice league, yo it's the P-5-D\n  start_ms: 156230\n  end_ms: 160220\n- text: Style fashionist, other MC's they actresses\n  start_ms: 160220\n  end_ms: 162690\n- text: Yo it's the high-opposed, you bout to get shot down\n  start_ms: 162690\n  end_ms: 165390\n- text: Tryin' to fly above this Illa-Fifth compound\n  start_ms: 165390\n  end_ms: 168000\n- text: You've known since the get-go, I rock your disco\n  start_ms: 168000\n  end_ms: 170430\n- text: Ain't nobody badder, but yo you get my gist so\n  start_ms: 170430\n  end_ms: 173560\n- text: I represent so you gotta squint\n  start_ms: 173560\n  end_ms: 175570\n- text: As far as how I do it you ain't compen-sate\n  start_ms: 175570\n  end_ms: 177990\n- text: We causin' nui-sance and get in-decent so save your two cents\n  start_ms: 177990\n  end_ms: 180820\n- text: Don't come in my district, kickin' that b-\n  start_ms: 180820\n  end_ms: 183580\n- text: Yo it's all simplistic, limited click get\n  start_ms: 183580\n  end_ms: 186280\n- text: Lyrically lifted, touchin' the Fifth shit\n  start_ms: 186280\n  end_ms: 188670\n- text: Trenches of the mentally twisted, you enlisted\n  start_ms: 188670\n  end_ms: 191040\n- text: 5 was the emblem on the mic you got hit with\n  start_ms: 191040\n  end_ms: 193440\n- text: And I stomp ya, till you call me conqueror\n  start_ms: 193440\n  end_ms: 195850\n- text: Back-slappin' all the niggas that slept\n  start_ms: 195850\n  end_ms: 197770\n- text: Thinkin' that Elo could ever disappear\n  start_ms: 197770\n  end_ms: 200150\n- text: I'm strippin' they veneer\n  start_ms: 200150\n  end_ms: 201290\n- text: With this non ether reefer, quiet frequent premiere\n  start_ms: 201290\n  end_ms: 203580\n- text: Check it out, everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n  start_ms: 203580\n  end_ms: 208630\n- text: C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n  start_ms: 208630\n  end_ms: 211060\n- text: C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n  start_ms: 211060\n  end_ms: 213400\n- text: Check it out, everybody\n  start_ms: 213400\n  end_ms: 216470\n- text: Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n  start_ms: 216470\n  end_ms: 218590\n- text: C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n  start_ms: 218590\n  end_ms: 221220\n- text: Check it out, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\n  start_ms: 221220\n  end_ms: 223780\n- text: C'mon, everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n  start_ms: 223780\n  end_ms: 228710\n- text: C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n  start_ms: 228710\n  end_ms: 231460\n- text: Yeah, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n  start_ms: 231460\n  end_ms: 233940\n- text: Check it out, everybody\n  start_ms: 233940\n  end_ms: 236860\n- text: Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n  start_ms: 236860\n  end_ms: 239280\n- text: C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n  start_ms: 239280\n  end_ms: 242270\n- text: Touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite yeah\n  start_ms: 242270\n  end_ms: 245150\nplain: |-\n  Uh, uh, come on, S-P in the\n  Up north into the NYC and the, out West\n  And to niggas in Cali and the\n  Down South type dynamite\n  What, yo, yo, come on, dynamite, dynamite\n  Uh, check it out, uh, uh\n  Ayo, yo, yo, yo, yo\n\n  Check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\n  Touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  Aiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\n  Touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n\n  Yo, check it out, in-in-tro-tro-duc-ducin'\n  The sole missin' link, what could MC's who listen think?\n  It's Black Thought, open your eyes and don't blink\n  Yo, to rock this mic is like a basic instinct\n  But yo, in-in-tro-tro-duc-ducin'\n  Rehani, the mic champion, more than a step beyond\n  Mothafuckers sweatin' me, beggin' me just to get me on\n  Macro-cosmic, micro-master\n  Aiyo, I'm all the way, way, Phil-Phil-lay-lay\n  People wanna see the way the Illadelph play\n  Yo, look in the mirror, watch what yourself say\n  I'm from S-P, no mortal man can test me\n  Thought, I keep a line-ean, upper echelon-ean\n  Heineken, hold the rhymin' in, flows remindin' 'em\n  Your half-steppin' ass could never fathom or grasp because\n  Aiyo, we got a doctorate in cold-rockin' it\n  Bringin' this apocalype, nigga, you mad topical\n  *Hctib* my raps trick your optical\n  Mr. Superficial, I'm rippin' apart your heart tissue\n  This is your official dismissal, I don't study the artificial\n  Who fuckin' with the dark crystal? Yo, where are is you?\n  I'm movin' like a smart missile, aimed and guaranteed to hit you\n  Word up, but when The Fifth do get on and perform, you in for it\n  It ain't no way to censor it\n  My style metaphoric to bricks and ten ton stacks hard to lift\n  The artist, comin' out the Fifth darkness\n  Subterranean, never against the gradient\n  Afro-American slash half-Pleiadian\n  In your universe, my star's the most radiant\n\n  Check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\n  Touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  Aiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\n  Touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n\n  Aiyo, it's all the way live, from 2-1-5\n  Plus admission is denied, so just wait outside\n  Two extremes collide like Jekyll and Hyde\n  And I provide you with the swerve you need, but take heed\n  You travellin' at light speed, iller than adventures you might read\n  Official original breed, The Justice League\n  Yo, it's the P-5-D style fashionist\n  Other MC's, they actresses\n  Yo, Mr. High-post, you 'bout to get shot down\n  Tryna fly above this Illa-Fifth compound\n  You've known since the get-go, I rock your disco\n  Ain't nobody badder, but yo, you get my gist so\n  See, I represent, so you gotta squint\n  As far as how I really do it, you incognizant\n  We causin' nuisance and get in-decent, so save your two cent\n  Don't come in my district kickin' that *bullshit*\n  Yo, y'all simplistic limited clique get\n  Trenches of the mentally twisted that you enlisted\n  'Five' was the emblem on the mic you got hit with\n  And I stomp ya, 'til you call me conqueror\n  Back-slappin' all them niggas that slept\n  Thinkin' that Elo could ever disappear, I'm strippin' they veneer\n  Wit' this non-ether reefer, quite frequent premiere\n\n  Aiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\n  Touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  Aiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\n  Touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  Aiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\n  Touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  Aiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\n  Touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n"},{"id":24234604,"name":"Dynamite!","trackName":"Dynamite!","artistName":"The Roots","albumName":"Lossless 1990s Singles","duration":285.666667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, uh, come on, S-P in the\nUp north into the NYC and the, out West\nAnd to niggas in Cali and the\nDown South type dynamite\nWhat, yo, yo, come on, dynamite, dynamite\nUh, check it out, uh, uh\nAyo, yo, yo, yo, yo\n\nCheck it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nAiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n\nYo, check it out, in-in-tro-tro-duc-ducin'\nThe sole missin' link, what could MC's who listen think?\nIt's Black Thought, open your eyes and don't blink\nYo, to rock this mic is like a basic instinct\nBut yo, in-in-tro-tro-duc-ducin'\nRehani, the mic champion, more than a step beyond\nMothafuckers sweatin' me, beggin' me just to get me on\nMacro-cosmic, micro-master\nAiyo, I'm all the way, way, Phil-Phil-lay-lay\nPeople wanna see the way the Illadelph play\nYo, look in the mirror, watch what yourself say\nI'm from S-P, no mortal man can test me\nThought, I keep a line-ean, upper echelon-ean\nHeineken, hold the rhymin' in, flows remindin' 'em\nYour half-steppin' ass could never fathom or grasp because\nAiyo, we got a doctorate in cold-rockin' it\nBringin' this apocalype, nigga, you mad topical\n*Hctib* my raps trick your optical\nMr. Superficial, I'm rippin' apart your heart tissue\nThis is your official dismissal, I don't study the artificial\nWho fuckin' with the dark crystal? Yo, where are is you?\nI'm movin' like a smart missile, aimed and guaranteed to hit you\nWord up, but when The Fifth do get on and perform, you in for it\nIt ain't no way to censor it\nMy style metaphoric to bricks and ten ton stacks hard to lift\nThe artist, comin' out the Fifth darkness\nSubterranean, never against the gradient\nAfro-American slash half-Pleiadian\nIn your universe, my star's the most radiant\n\nCheck it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nAiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n\nAiyo, it's all the way live, from 2-1-5\nPlus admission is denied, so just wait outside\nTwo extremes collide like Jekyll and Hyde\nAnd I provide you with the swerve you need, but take heed\nYou travellin' at light speed, iller than adventures you might read\nOfficial original breed, The Justice League\nYo, it's the P-5-D style fashionist\nOther MC's, they actresses\nYo, Mr. High-post, you 'bout to get shot down\nTryna fly above this Illa-Fifth compound\nYou've known since the get-go, I rock your disco\nAin't nobody badder, but yo, you get my gist so\nSee, I represent, so you gotta squint\nAs far as how I really do it, you incognizant\nWe causin' nuisance and get in-decent, so save your two cent\nDon't come in my district kickin' that *bullshit*\nYo, y'all simplistic limited clique get\nTrenches of the mentally twisted that you enlisted\n'Five' was the emblem on the mic you got hit with\nAnd I stomp ya, 'til you call me conqueror\nBack-slappin' all them niggas that slept\nThinkin' that Elo could ever disappear, I'm strippin' they veneer\nWit' this non-ether reefer, quite frequent premiere\n\nAiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nAiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nAiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nAiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Dynamite!\n  artist: The Roots\n  album: Lossless 1990s Singles\n  duration_ms: 285667\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uh, uh, come on, S-P in the\n  Up north into the NYC and the, out West\n  And to niggas in Cali and the\n  Down South type dynamite\n  What, yo, yo, come on, dynamite, dynamite\n  Uh, check it out, uh, uh\n  Ayo, yo, yo, yo, yo\n\n  Check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\n  Touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  Aiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\n  Touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n\n  Yo, check it out, in-in-tro-tro-duc-ducin'\n  The sole missin' link, what could MC's who listen think?\n  It's Black Thought, open your eyes and don't blink\n  Yo, to rock this mic is like a basic instinct\n  But yo, in-in-tro-tro-duc-ducin'\n  Rehani, the mic champion, more than a step beyond\n  Mothafuckers sweatin' me, beggin' me just to get me on\n  Macro-cosmic, micro-master\n  Aiyo, I'm all the way, way, Phil-Phil-lay-lay\n  People wanna see the way the Illadelph play\n  Yo, look in the mirror, watch what yourself say\n  I'm from S-P, no mortal man can test me\n  Thought, I keep a line-ean, upper echelon-ean\n  Heineken, hold the rhymin' in, flows remindin' 'em\n  Your half-steppin' ass could never fathom or grasp because\n  Aiyo, we got a doctorate in cold-rockin' it\n  Bringin' this apocalype, nigga, you mad topical\n  *Hctib* my raps trick your optical\n  Mr. Superficial, I'm rippin' apart your heart tissue\n  This is your official dismissal, I don't study the artificial\n  Who fuckin' with the dark crystal? Yo, where are is you?\n  I'm movin' like a smart missile, aimed and guaranteed to hit you\n  Word up, but when The Fifth do get on and perform, you in for it\n  It ain't no way to censor it\n  My style metaphoric to bricks and ten ton stacks hard to lift\n  The artist, comin' out the Fifth darkness\n  Subterranean, never against the gradient\n  Afro-American slash half-Pleiadian\n  In your universe, my star's the most radiant\n\n  Check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\n  Touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  Aiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\n  Touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n\n  Aiyo, it's all the way live, from 2-1-5\n  Plus admission is denied, so just wait outside\n  Two extremes collide like Jekyll and Hyde\n  And I provide you with the swerve you need, but take heed\n  You travellin' at light speed, iller than adventures you might read\n  Official original breed, The Justice League\n  Yo, it's the P-5-D style fashionist\n  Other MC's, they actresses\n  Yo, Mr. High-post, you 'bout to get shot down\n  Tryna fly above this Illa-Fifth compound\n  You've known since the get-go, I rock your disco\n  Ain't nobody badder, but yo, you get my gist so\n  See, I represent, so you gotta squint\n  As far as how I really do it, you incognizant\n  We causin' nuisance and get in-decent, so save your two cent\n  Don't come in my district kickin' that *bullshit*\n  Yo, y'all simplistic limited clique get\n  Trenches of the mentally twisted that you enlisted\n  'Five' was the emblem on the mic you got hit with\n  And I stomp ya, 'til you call me conqueror\n  Back-slappin' all them niggas that slept\n  Thinkin' that Elo could ever disappear, I'm strippin' they veneer\n  Wit' this non-ether reefer, quite frequent premiere\n\n  Aiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\n  Touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  Aiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\n  Touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  Aiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\n  Touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  Aiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\n  Touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n"},{"id":23386532,"name":"Dynamite","trackName":"Dynamite","artistName":"The Roots","albumName":"Live Warner Theatre; Washington, D.C. 4/1/06 (Web)","duration":309.208125,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, uh, come on, S-P in the\nUp north into the NYC and the, out West\nAnd to niggas in Cali and the\nDown South type dynamite\nWhat, yo, yo, come on, dynamite, dynamite\nUh, check it out, uh, uh\nAyo, yo, yo, yo, yo\n\nCheck it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nAiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n\nYo, check it out, in-in-tro-tro-duc-ducin'\nThe sole missin' link, what could MC's who listen think?\nIt's Black Thought, open your eyes and don't blink\nYo, to rock this mic is like a basic instinct\nBut yo, in-in-tro-tro-duc-ducin'\nRehani, the mic champion, more than a step beyond\nMothafuckers sweatin' me, beggin' me just to get me on\nMacro-cosmic, micro-master\nAiyo, I'm all the way, way, Phil-Phil-lay-lay\nPeople wanna see the way the Illadelph play\nYo, look in the mirror, watch what yourself say\nI'm from S-P, no mortal man can test me\nThought, I keep a line-ean, upper echelon-ean\nHeineken, hold the rhymin' in, flows remindin' 'em\nYour half-steppin' ass could never fathom or grasp because\nAiyo, we got a doctorate in cold-rockin' it\nBringin' this apocalype, nigga, you mad topical\n*Hctib* my raps trick your optical\nMr. Superficial, I'm rippin' apart your heart tissue\nThis is your official dismissal, I don't study the artificial\nWho fuckin' with the dark crystal? Yo, where are is you?\nI'm movin' like a smart missile, aimed and guaranteed to hit you\nWord up, but when The Fifth do get on and perform, you in for it\nIt ain't no way to censor it\nMy style metaphoric to bricks and ten ton stacks hard to lift\nThe artist, comin' out the Fifth darkness\nSubterranean, never against the gradient\nAfro-American slash half-Pleiadian\nIn your universe, my star's the most radiant\n\nCheck it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nAiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n\nAiyo, it's all the way live, from 2-1-5\nPlus admission is denied, so just wait outside\nTwo extremes collide like Jekyll and Hyde\nAnd I provide you with the swerve you need, but take heed\nYou travellin' at light speed, iller than adventures you might read\nOfficial original breed, The Justice League\nYo, it's the P-5-D style fashionist\nOther MC's, they actresses\nYo, Mr. High-post, you 'bout to get shot down\nTryna fly above this Illa-Fifth compound\nYou've known since the get-go, I rock your disco\nAin't nobody badder, but yo, you get my gist so\nSee, I represent, so you gotta squint\nAs far as how I really do it, you incognizant\nWe causin' nuisance and get in-decent, so save your two cent\nDon't come in my district kickin' that *bullshit*\nYo, y'all simplistic limited clique get\nTrenches of the mentally twisted that you enlisted\n'Five' was the emblem on the mic you got hit with\nAnd I stomp ya, 'til you call me conqueror\nBack-slappin' all them niggas that slept\nThinkin' that Elo could ever disappear, I'm strippin' they veneer\nWit' this non-ether reefer, quite frequent premiere\n\nAiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nAiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nAiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nAiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Dynamite\n  artist: The Roots\n  album: Live Warner Theatre; Washington, D.C. 4/1/06 (Web)\n  duration_ms: 309208\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uh, uh, come on, S-P in the\n  Up north into the NYC and the, out West\n  And to niggas in Cali and the\n  Down South type dynamite\n  What, yo, yo, come on, dynamite, dynamite\n  Uh, check it out, uh, uh\n  Ayo, yo, yo, yo, yo\n\n  Check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\n  Touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  Aiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\n  Touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n\n  Yo, check it out, in-in-tro-tro-duc-ducin'\n  The sole missin' link, what could MC's who listen think?\n  It's Black Thought, open your eyes and don't blink\n  Yo, to rock this mic is like a basic instinct\n  But yo, in-in-tro-tro-duc-ducin'\n  Rehani, the mic champion, more than a step beyond\n  Mothafuckers sweatin' me, beggin' me just to get me on\n  Macro-cosmic, micro-master\n  Aiyo, I'm all the way, way, Phil-Phil-lay-lay\n  People wanna see the way the Illadelph play\n  Yo, look in the mirror, watch what yourself say\n  I'm from S-P, no mortal man can test me\n  Thought, I keep a line-ean, upper echelon-ean\n  Heineken, hold the rhymin' in, flows remindin' 'em\n  Your half-steppin' ass could never fathom or grasp because\n  Aiyo, we got a doctorate in cold-rockin' it\n  Bringin' this apocalype, nigga, you mad topical\n  *Hctib* my raps trick your optical\n  Mr. Superficial, I'm rippin' apart your heart tissue\n  This is your official dismissal, I don't study the artificial\n  Who fuckin' with the dark crystal? Yo, where are is you?\n  I'm movin' like a smart missile, aimed and guaranteed to hit you\n  Word up, but when The Fifth do get on and perform, you in for it\n  It ain't no way to censor it\n  My style metaphoric to bricks and ten ton stacks hard to lift\n  The artist, comin' out the Fifth darkness\n  Subterranean, never against the gradient\n  Afro-American slash half-Pleiadian\n  In your universe, my star's the most radiant\n\n  Check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\n  Touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  Aiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\n  Touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n\n  Aiyo, it's all the way live, from 2-1-5\n  Plus admission is denied, so just wait outside\n  Two extremes collide like Jekyll and Hyde\n  And I provide you with the swerve you need, but take heed\n  You travellin' at light speed, iller than adventures you might read\n  Official original breed, The Justice League\n  Yo, it's the P-5-D style fashionist\n  Other MC's, they actresses\n  Yo, Mr. High-post, you 'bout to get shot down\n  Tryna fly above this Illa-Fifth compound\n  You've known since the get-go, I rock your disco\n  Ain't nobody badder, but yo, you get my gist so\n  See, I represent, so you gotta squint\n  As far as how I really do it, you incognizant\n  We causin' nuisance and get in-decent, so save your two cent\n  Don't come in my district kickin' that *bullshit*\n  Yo, y'all simplistic limited clique get\n  Trenches of the mentally twisted that you enlisted\n  'Five' was the emblem on the mic you got hit with\n  And I stomp ya, 'til you call me conqueror\n  Back-slappin' all them niggas that slept\n  Thinkin' that Elo could ever disappear, I'm strippin' they veneer\n  Wit' this non-ether reefer, quite frequent premiere\n\n  Aiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\n  Touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  Aiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\n  Touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  Aiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\n  Touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  Aiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\n  Touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n"},{"id":10720093,"name":"Dynamite","trackName":"Dynamite","artistName":"The Roots","albumName":"Dillanthology 1: Dilla's Productions for Various Artists","duration":286.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh uh, come on, S-P in the\nUp north into the NYC and the out West\nAnd to niggas in Cali and the Down South type dynamite\nWhat, yo yo come on dynamite dynamite\nUh check it out, uh uh\nYo yo yo yo yo check it out\n\nEverybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nCheck it out, every body\nTouch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\n\nYo, check it out\nIn-in tro-tro du-ducing\nThe sole missin' link, what could MC's who listen think\nIt's Black Thought, open your eyes and don't blink\nYo, to rock this mic is like a basic instinct\nBut yo in-in-tro-tro-du-ducing\n\nBehind thee, the mic champ-ion\nMore than a step-ion\nMotherfuckers sweatin' me, beggin' me just to get me on\nMacro-cosmic, micro-master\n\nAyo I'm all the way way, Phil Phil-lay-lay\nPeople wanna see the way the Illadel play\nYo, look in the mirror, watch what yourself say\nI'm from S-P, no mortal man can test me\nThought, I keep a lin-e in, upper eschulone-in\nHeineken, hold the rhymin' in, flows remindin' em\nCats that hear me up, some shit from back in the past\nYour half-steppin' ass, could never fathom a grasp because\n\nYo we got a doctrine, in cold-rockin' it\nBringin' this apocalype, nigga you mad topical\nB- my raps trick your optical\nMister superficial, I'm rippin' apart your heart tissue\nThis is your official, dismissal\nI don't study the artificial, who fuckin' wit the dark crystal\nYo where are is you? I'm movin' like a smart missile\nAimed and guaranteed to hit you\n\nSo when the Fifth do get on and perform, you in for it\nIt ain't no way to cen-sor it, my style metaphoric\nTo bricks and ten tons stacks hard to lift\nThe artist, comin' out the Fifth darkness\n\nWe go back like ancients, while you ain't shit\nSub-terrainean, never against the grain-ean\nAfro-American slash half-blade-ean\nIn your universe, my star's the most radiant\n\nCheck it out, everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nCheck it out, everybody\nTouch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nYeah, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\n\nAyo it's all the way live, from 2-1-5\nPlus admission is denied so just wait outside\nTwo extremes collide like Jekyl and Hyde\nAnd I provide you with the swerve you need, but take heed\nYou travellin' like speed\nIller than adventures you might read\nO-fficial original breed, the just-ice league, yo it's the P-5-D\nStyle fashionist, other MC's they actresses\n\nYo it's the high-opposed, you bout to get shot down\nTryin' to fly above this Illa-Fifth compound\nYou've known since the get-go, I rock your disco\nAin't nobody badder, but yo you get my gist so\nI represent so you gotta squint\nAs far as how I do it you ain't compen-sate\nWe causin' nui-sance and get in-decent so save your two cents\nDon't come in my district, kickin' that b-\n\nYo it's all simplistic, limited click get\nLyrically lifted, touchin' the Fifth shit\nTrenches of the mentally twisted, you enlisted\n5 was the emblem on the mic you got hit with\n\nAnd I stomp ya, till you call me conqueror\nBack-slappin' all the niggas that slept\nThinkin' that Elo could ever disappear\nI'm strippin' they veneer\nWith this non ether reefer, quiet frequent premiere\n\nCheck it out, everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nCheck it out, everybody\nTouch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nCheck it out, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\nC'mon, everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nYeah, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nCheck it out, everybody\nTouch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nTouch this Illa-Fith Dynamite yeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.38] Uh uh, come on, S-P in the\n[00:02.95] Up north into the NYC and the out West\n[00:06.99] And to niggas in Cali and the Down South type dynamite\n[00:10.42] What, yo yo come on dynamite dynamite\n[00:14.48] Uh check it out, uh uh\n[00:17.14] Yo yo yo yo yo check it out\n[00:20.58] Everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:25.15] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:27.53] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:30.18] Check it out, every body\n[00:33.07] Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:35.25] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:37.86] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\n[00:39.86] Yo, check it out\n[00:41.15] In-in tro-tro du-ducing\n[00:43.06] The sole missin' link, what could MC's who listen think\n[00:45.93] It's Black Thought, open your eyes and don't blink\n[00:48.39] Yo, to rock this mic is like a basic instinct\n[00:50.73] But yo in-in-tro-tro-du-ducing\n[00:53.16] Behind thee, the mic champ-ion\n[00:55.05] More than a step-ion\n[00:56.19] Motherfuckers sweatin' me, beggin' me just to get me on\n[00:58.73] Macro-cosmic, micro-master\n[01:00.83] Ayo I'm all the way way, Phil Phil-lay-lay\n[01:03.85] People wanna see the way the Illadel play\n[01:06.21] Yo, look in the mirror, watch what yourself say\n[01:08.68] I'm from S-P, no mortal man can test me\n[01:11.27] Thought, I keep a lin-e in, upper eschulone-in\n[01:13.92] Heineken, hold the rhymin' in, flows remindin' em\n[01:16.33] Cats that hear me up, some shit from back in the past\n[01:18.73] Your half-steppin' ass, could never fathom a grasp because\n[01:21.51] Yo we got a doctrine, in cold-rockin' it\n[01:23.89] Bringin' this apocalype, nigga you mad topical\n[01:26.61] B- my raps trick your optical\n[01:28.73] Mister superficial, I'm rippin' apart your heart tissue\n[01:31.67] This is your official, dismissal\n[01:34.05] I don't study the artificial, who fuckin' wit the dark crystal\n[01:37.23] Yo where are is you? I'm movin' like a smart missile\n[01:39.83] Aimed and guaranteed to hit you\n[01:41.69] So when the Fifth do get on and perform, you in for it\n[01:44.29] It ain't no way to cen-sor it, my style metaphoric\n[01:47.21] To bricks and ten tons stacks hard to lift\n[01:49.53] The artist, comin' out the Fifth darkness\n[01:51.97] We go back like ancients, while you ain't shit\n[01:54.67] Sub-terrainean, never against the grain-ean\n[01:57.40] Afro-American slash half-blade-ean\n[01:59.73] In your universe, my star's the most radiant\n[02:01.88] Check it out, everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:06.98] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:09.37] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:12.04] Check it out, everybody\n[02:14.94] Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:17.15] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:19.57] Yeah, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\n[02:22.25] Ayo it's all the way live, from 2-1-5\n[02:24.99] Plus admission is denied so just wait outside\n[02:27.38] 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Yo, where are is you?\nI'm movin' like a smart missile, aimed and guaranteed to hit you\nWord up, but when The Fifth do get on and perform, you in for it\nIt ain't no way to censor it\nMy style metaphoric to bricks and ten ton stacks hard to lift\nThe artist, comin' out the Fifth darkness\nSubterranean, never against the gradient\nAfro-American slash half-Pleiadian\nIn your universe, my star's the most radiant\n\nCheck it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nAiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n\nAiyo, it's all the way live, from 2-1-5\nPlus admission is denied, so just wait outside\nTwo extremes collide like Jekyll and Hyde\nAnd I provide you with the swerve you need, but take heed\nYou travellin' at light speed, iller than adventures you might read\nOfficial original breed, The Justice League\nYo, it's the P-5-D style fashionist\nOther MC's, they actresses\nYo, Mr. High-post, you 'bout to get shot down\nTryna fly above this Illa-Fifth compound\nYou've known since the get-go, I rock your disco\nAin't nobody badder, but yo, you get my gist so\nSee, I represent, so you gotta squint\nAs far as how I really do it, you incognizant\nWe causin' nuisance and get in-decent, so save your two cent\nDon't come in my district kickin' that *bullshit*\nYo, y'all simplistic limited clique get\nTrenches of the mentally twisted that you enlisted\n'Five' was the emblem on the mic you got hit with\nAnd I stomp ya, 'til you call me conqueror\nBack-slappin' all them niggas that slept\nThinkin' that Elo could ever disappear, I'm strippin' they veneer\nWit' this non-ether reefer, quite frequent premiere\n\nAiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nAiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nAiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nAiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.07] Uh uh, come on, S-P in the\n[00:03.85] Up north into the NYC and the out West\n[00:06.84] And to niggas in Cali and the Down South type dynamite\n[00:11.11] What, yo yo come on dynamite dynamite\n[00:13.05] Uh check it out, uh uh\n[00:17.50] Yo yo yo yo yo check it out\n[00:20.88] Everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:25.06] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:27.38] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:30.04] Check it out, every body\n[00:33.08] Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:35.12] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:37.75] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\n[00:40.17] Yo, check it out\n[00:40.71] In-in tro-tro du-ducing\n[00:42.85] The sole missin' link, what could MC's who listen think\n[00:45.75] It's Black Thought, open your eyes and don't blink\n[00:48.23] Yo, to rock this mic is like a basic instinct\n[00:50.58] But yo in-in-tro-tro-du-ducing\n[00:52.94] Behind thee, the mic champ-ion\n[00:54.89] More than a step-ion\n[00:56.02] Motherfuckers sweatin' me, beggin' me just to get me on\n[00:58.64] Macro-cosmic, micro-master\n[01:00.78] Ayo I'm all the way way, Phil Phil-lay-lay\n[01:03.65] People wanna see the way the Illadel play\n[01:06.13] Yo, look in the mirror, watch what yourself say\n[01:08.43] I'm from S-P, no mortal man can test me\n[01:11.28] Thought, I keep a lin-e in, upper eschulone-in\n[01:14.55] Heineken, hold the rhymin' in, flows remindin' em\n[01:16.25] Cats that hear me up, some shit from back in the past\n[01:18.58] Your half-steppin' ass, could never fathom a grasp because\n[01:21.32] Yo we got a doctrine, in cold-rockin' it\n[01:24.01] Bringin' this apocalype, nigga you mad topical\n[01:26.61] B- my raps trick your optical\n[01:28.54] Mister superficial, I'm rippin' apart your heart tissue\n[01:31.66] This is your official, dismissal\n[01:34.12] I don't study the artificial, who fuckin' wit the dark crystal\n[01:37.12] Yo where are is you? I'm movin' like a smart missile\n[01:40.03] Aimed and guaranteed to hit you\n[01:41.41] So when the Fifth do get on and perform, you in for it\n[01:44.37] It ain't no way to cen-sor it, my style metaphoric\n[01:47.02] To bricks and ten tons stacks hard to lift\n[01:49.43] The artist, comin' out the Fifth darkness\n[01:51.83] We go back like ancients, while you ain't shit\n[01:54.48] Sub-terrainean, never against the grain-ean\n[01:57.25] Afro-American slash half-blade-ean\n[01:59.49] In your universe, my star's the most radiant\n[02:01.94] Check it out, everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:06.89] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:09.57] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:11.98] Check it out, everybody\n[02:14.98] Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:17.10] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:19.53] Yeah, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\n[02:22.57] Ayo it's all the way live, from 2-1-5\n[02:24.67] Plus admission is denied so just wait outside\n[02:27.46] 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I'm movin' like a smart missile\nAimed and guaranteed to hit you\n\nSo when the Fifth do get on and perform, you in for it\nIt ain't no way to cen-sor it, my style metaphoric\nTo bricks and ten tons stacks hard to lift\nThe artist, comin' out the Fifth darkness\n\nWe go back like ancients, while you ain't shit\nSub-terrainean, never against the grain-ean\nAfro-American slash half-blade-ean\nIn your universe, my star's the most radiant\n\nCheck it out, everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nCheck it out, everybody\nTouch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nYeah, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\n\nAyo it's all the way live, from 2-1-5\nPlus admission is denied so just wait outside\nTwo extremes collide like Jekyl and Hyde\nAnd I provide you with the swerve you need, but take heed\nYou travellin' like speed\nIller than adventures you might read\nO-fficial original breed, the just-ice league, yo it's the P-5-D\nStyle fashionist, other MC's they actresses\n\nYo it's the high-opposed, you bout to get shot down\nTryin' to fly above this Illa-Fifth compound\nYou've known since the get-go, I rock your disco\nAin't nobody badder, but yo you get my gist so\nI represent so you gotta squint\nAs far as how I do it you ain't compen-sate\nWe causin' nui-sance and get in-decent so save your two cents\nDon't come in my district, kickin' that b-\n\nYo it's all simplistic, limited click get\nLyrically lifted, touchin' the Fifth shit\nTrenches of the mentally twisted, you enlisted\n5 was the emblem on the mic you got hit with\n\nAnd I stomp ya, till you call me conqueror\nBack-slappin' all the niggas that slept\nThinkin' that Elo could ever disappear\nI'm strippin' they veneer\nWith this non ether reefer, quiet frequent premiere\n\nCheck it out, everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nCheck it out, everybody\nTouch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nCheck it out, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\nC'mon, everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nYeah, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nCheck it out, everybody\nTouch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nTouch this Illa-Fith Dynamite yeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.38] Uh uh, come on, S-P in the\n[00:02.95] Up north into the NYC and the out West\n[00:06.99] And to niggas in Cali and the Down South type dynamite\n[00:10.42] What, yo yo come on dynamite dynamite\n[00:14.48] Uh check it out, uh uh\n[00:17.14] Yo yo yo yo yo check it out\n[00:20.58] Everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:25.15] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:27.53] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:30.18] Check it out, every body\n[00:33.07] Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:35.25] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:37.86] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\n[00:39.86] Yo, check it out\n[00:41.15] In-in tro-tro du-ducing\n[00:43.06] The sole missin' link, what could MC's who listen think\n[00:45.93] It's Black Thought, open your eyes and don't blink\n[00:48.39] Yo, to rock this mic is like a basic instinct\n[00:50.73] But yo in-in-tro-tro-du-ducing\n[00:53.16] Behind thee, the mic champ-ion\n[00:55.05] More than a step-ion\n[00:56.19] Motherfuckers sweatin' me, beggin' me just to get me on\n[00:58.73] Macro-cosmic, micro-master\n[01:00.83] Ayo I'm all the way way, Phil Phil-lay-lay\n[01:03.85] People wanna see the way the Illadel play\n[01:06.21] Yo, look in the mirror, watch what yourself say\n[01:08.68] I'm from S-P, no mortal man can test me\n[01:11.27] Thought, I keep a lin-e in, upper eschulone-in\n[01:13.92] Heineken, hold the rhymin' in, flows remindin' em\n[01:16.33] Cats that hear me up, some shit from back in the past\n[01:18.73] Your half-steppin' ass, could never fathom a grasp because\n[01:21.51] Yo we got a doctrine, in cold-rockin' it\n[01:23.89] Bringin' this apocalype, nigga you mad topical\n[01:26.61] B- my raps trick your optical\n[01:28.73] Mister superficial, I'm rippin' apart your heart tissue\n[01:31.67] This is your official, dismissal\n[01:34.05] I don't study the artificial, who fuckin' wit the dark crystal\n[01:37.23] Yo where are is you? I'm movin' like a smart missile\n[01:39.83] Aimed and guaranteed to hit you\n[01:41.69] So when the Fifth do get on and perform, you in for it\n[01:44.29] It ain't no way to cen-sor it, my style metaphoric\n[01:47.21] To bricks and ten tons stacks hard to lift\n[01:49.53] The artist, comin' out the Fifth darkness\n[01:51.97] We go back like ancients, while you ain't shit\n[01:54.67] Sub-terrainean, never against the grain-ean\n[01:57.40] Afro-American slash half-blade-ean\n[01:59.73] In your universe, my star's the most radiant\n[02:01.88] Check it out, everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:06.98] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:09.37] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:12.04] Check it out, everybody\n[02:14.94] Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:17.15] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:19.57] Yeah, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\n[02:22.25] Ayo it's all the way live, from 2-1-5\n[02:24.99] Plus admission is denied so just wait outside\n[02:27.38] 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end_ms: 60830\n- text: Ayo I'm all the way way, Phil Phil-lay-lay\n  start_ms: 60830\n  end_ms: 63850\n- text: People wanna see the way the Illadel play\n  start_ms: 63850\n  end_ms: 66210\n- text: Yo, look in the mirror, watch what yourself say\n  start_ms: 66210\n  end_ms: 68680\n- text: I'm from S-P, no mortal man can test me\n  start_ms: 68680\n  end_ms: 71270\n- text: Thought, I keep a lin-e in, upper eschulone-in\n  start_ms: 71270\n  end_ms: 73920\n- text: Heineken, hold the rhymin' in, flows remindin' em\n  start_ms: 73920\n  end_ms: 76330\n- text: Cats that hear me up, some shit from back in the past\n  start_ms: 76330\n  end_ms: 78730\n- text: Your half-steppin' ass, could never fathom a grasp because\n  start_ms: 78730\n  end_ms: 81510\n- text: Yo we got a doctrine, in cold-rockin' it\n  start_ms: 81510\n  end_ms: 83890\n- text: Bringin' this apocalype, nigga you mad topical\n  start_ms: 83890\n  end_ms: 86610\n- text: B- my raps trick your optical\n  start_ms: 86610\n  end_ms: 88730\n- text: Mister superficial, I'm rippin' apart your heart tissue\n  start_ms: 88730\n  end_ms: 91670\n- text: This is your official, dismissal\n  start_ms: 91670\n  end_ms: 94050\n- text: I don't study the artificial, who fuckin' wit the dark crystal\n  start_ms: 94050\n  end_ms: 97230\n- text: Yo where are is you? 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on, S-P in the\n  Up north into the NYC and the out West\n  And to niggas in Cali and the Down South type dynamite\n  What, yo yo come on dynamite dynamite\n  Uh check it out, uh uh\n  Yo yo yo yo yo check it out\n\n  Everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n  Check it out, every body\n  Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\n\n  Yo, check it out\n  In-in tro-tro du-ducing\n  The sole missin' link, what could MC's who listen think\n  It's Black Thought, open your eyes and don't blink\n  Yo, to rock this mic is like a basic instinct\n  But yo in-in-tro-tro-du-ducing\n\n  Behind thee, the mic champ-ion\n  More than a step-ion\n  Motherfuckers sweatin' me, beggin' me just to get me on\n  Macro-cosmic, micro-master\n\n  Ayo I'm all the way way, Phil Phil-lay-lay\n  People wanna see the way the Illadel play\n  Yo, look in the mirror, watch what yourself say\n  I'm from S-P, no mortal man can test me\n  Thought, I keep a lin-e in, upper eschulone-in\n  Heineken, hold the rhymin' in, flows remindin' em\n  Cats that hear me up, some shit from back in the past\n  Your half-steppin' ass, could never fathom a grasp because\n\n  Yo we got a doctrine, in cold-rockin' it\n  Bringin' this apocalype, nigga you mad topical\n  B- my raps trick your optical\n  Mister superficial, I'm rippin' apart your heart tissue\n  This is your official, dismissal\n  I don't study the artificial, who fuckin' wit the dark crystal\n  Yo where are is you? I'm movin' like a smart missile\n  Aimed and guaranteed to hit you\n\n  So when the Fifth do get on and perform, you in for it\n  It ain't no way to cen-sor it, my style metaphoric\n  To bricks and ten tons stacks hard to lift\n  The artist, comin' out the Fifth darkness\n\n  We go back like ancients, while you ain't shit\n  Sub-terrainean, never against the grain-ean\n  Afro-American slash half-blade-ean\n  In your universe, my star's the most radiant\n\n  Check it out, everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n  Check it out, everybody\n  Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n  Yeah, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\n\n  Ayo it's all the way live, from 2-1-5\n  Plus admission is denied so just wait outside\n  Two extremes collide like Jekyl and Hyde\n  And I provide you with the swerve you need, but take heed\n  You travellin' like speed\n  Iller than adventures you might read\n  O-fficial original breed, the just-ice league, yo it's the P-5-D\n  Style fashionist, other MC's they actresses\n\n  Yo it's the high-opposed, you bout to get shot down\n  Tryin' to fly above this Illa-Fifth compound\n  You've known since the get-go, I rock your disco\n  Ain't nobody badder, but yo you get my gist so\n  I represent so you gotta squint\n  As far as how I do it you ain't compen-sate\n  We causin' nui-sance and get in-decent so save your two cents\n  Don't come in my district, kickin' that b-\n\n  Yo it's all simplistic, limited click get\n  Lyrically lifted, touchin' the Fifth shit\n  Trenches of the mentally twisted, you enlisted\n  5 was the emblem on the mic you got hit with\n\n  And I stomp ya, till you call me conqueror\n  Back-slappin' all the niggas that slept\n  Thinkin' that Elo could ever disappear\n  I'm strippin' they veneer\n  With this non ether reefer, quiet frequent premiere\n\n  Check it out, everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n  Check it out, everybody\n  Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n  Check it out, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\n  C'mon, everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n  Yeah, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n  Check it out, everybody\n  Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n  Touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite yeah\n"},{"id":9704679,"name":"Dynamite!","trackName":"Dynamite!","artistName":"Roots, The","albumName":"Things Fall Apart","duration":286.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, uh, come on, S-P in the\nUp north into the NYC and the, out West\nAnd to niggas in Cali and the\nDown South type dynamite\nWhat, yo, yo, come on, dynamite, dynamite\nUh, check it out, uh, uh\nAyo, yo, yo, yo, yo\n\nCheck it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nAiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n\nYo, check it out, in-in-tro-tro-duc-ducin'\nThe sole missin' link, what could MC's who listen think?\nIt's Black Thought, open your eyes and don't blink\nYo, to rock this mic is like a basic instinct\nBut yo, in-in-tro-tro-duc-ducin'\nRehani, the mic champion, more than a step beyond\nMothafuckers sweatin' me, beggin' me just to get me on\nMacro-cosmic, micro-master\nAiyo, I'm all the way, way, Phil-Phil-lay-lay\nPeople wanna see the way the Illadelph play\nYo, look in the mirror, watch what yourself say\nI'm from S-P, no mortal man can test me\nThought, I keep a line-ean, upper echelon-ean\nHeineken, hold the rhymin' in, flows remindin' 'em\nYour half-steppin' ass could never fathom or grasp because\nAiyo, we got a doctorate in cold-rockin' it\nBringin' this apocalype, nigga, you mad topical\n*Hctib* my raps trick your optical\nMr. Superficial, I'm rippin' apart your heart tissue\nThis is your official dismissal, I don't study the artificial\nWho fuckin' with the dark crystal? Yo, where are is you?\nI'm movin' like a smart missile, aimed and guaranteed to hit you\nWord up, but when The Fifth do get on and perform, you in for it\nIt ain't no way to censor it\nMy style metaphoric to bricks and ten ton stacks hard to lift\nThe artist, comin' out the Fifth darkness\nSubterranean, never against the gradient\nAfro-American slash half-Pleiadian\nIn your universe, my star's the most radiant\n\nCheck it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nAiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n\nAiyo, it's all the way live, from 2-1-5\nPlus admission is denied, so just wait outside\nTwo extremes collide like Jekyll and Hyde\nAnd I provide you with the swerve you need, but take heed\nYou travellin' at light speed, iller than adventures you might read\nOfficial original breed, The Justice League\nYo, it's the P-5-D style fashionist\nOther MC's, they actresses\nYo, Mr. High-post, you 'bout to get shot down\nTryna fly above this Illa-Fifth compound\nYou've known since the get-go, I rock your disco\nAin't nobody badder, but yo, you get my gist so\nSee, I represent, so you gotta squint\nAs far as how I really do it, you incognizant\nWe causin' nuisance and get in-decent, so save your two cent\nDon't come in my district kickin' that *bullshit*\nYo, y'all simplistic limited clique get\nTrenches of the mentally twisted that you enlisted\n'Five' was the emblem on the mic you got hit with\nAnd I stomp ya, 'til you call me conqueror\nBack-slappin' all them niggas that slept\nThinkin' that Elo could ever disappear, I'm strippin' they veneer\nWit' this non-ether reefer, quite frequent premiere\n\nAiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nAiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nAiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nAiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.39] Uh uh, come on, S-P in the\n[00:02.98] Up north into the NYC and the out West\n[00:06.93] And to niggas in Cali and the Down South type dynamite\n[00:10.42] What, yo yo come on dynamite dynamite\n[00:14.48] Uh check it out, uh uh\n[00:17.18] Yo yo yo yo yo check it out\n[00:20.50] Everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:25.10] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:27.56] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:30.14] Check it out, every body\n[00:33.06] Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:35.22] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:37.85] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\n[00:39.85] Yo, check it out\n[00:41.18] In-in tro-tro du-ducing\n[00:43.07] The sole missin' link, what could MC's who listen think\n[00:45.97] It's Black Thought, open your eyes and don't blink\n[00:48.37] Yo, to rock this mic is like a basic instinct\n[00:50.76] But yo in-in-tro-tro-du-ducing\n[00:53.13] Behind thee, the mic champ-ion\n[00:55.02] More than a step-ion\n[00:56.16] Motherfuckers sweatin' me, beggin' me just to get me on\n[00:58.74] Macro-cosmic, micro-master\n[01:00.89] Ayo I'm all the way way, Phil Phil-lay-lay\n[01:03.86] People wanna see the way the Illadel play\n[01:06.30] Yo, look in the mirror, watch what yourself say\n[01:08.62] I'm from S-P, no mortal man can test me\n[01:11.28] Thought, I keep a lin-e in, upper eschulone-in\n[01:13.93] Heineken, hold the rhymin' in, flows remindin' em\n[01:16.38] Cats that hear me up, some shit from back in the past\n[01:18.76] Your half-steppin' ass, could never fathom a grasp because\n[01:21.53] Yo we got a doctrine, in cold-rockin' it\n[01:23.88] Bringin' this apocalype, nigga you mad topical\n[01:26.67] B- my raps trick your optical\n[01:28.75] Mister superficial, I'm rippin' apart your heart tissue\n[01:31.66] This is your official, dismissal\n[01:34.06] I don't study the artificial, who fuckin' wit the dark crystal\n[01:37.26] Yo where are is you? I'm movin' like a smart missile\n[01:39.87] Aimed and guaranteed to hit you\n[01:41.63] So when the Fifth do get on and perform, you in for it\n[01:44.29] It ain't no way to cen-sor it, my style metaphoric\n[01:47.24] To bricks and ten tons stacks hard to lift\n[01:49.55] The artist, comin' out the Fifth darkness\n[01:51.95] We go back like ancients, while you ain't shit\n[01:54.69] Sub-terrainean, never against the grain-ean\n[01:57.34] Afro-American slash half-blade-ean\n[01:59.73] In your universe, my star's the most radiant\n[02:01.84] Check it out, everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:06.90] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:09.39] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:12.08] Check it out, everybody\n[02:14.93] Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:17.14] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:19.53] Yeah, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\n[02:22.21] Ayo it's all the way live, from 2-1-5\n[02:24.99] Plus admission is denied so just wait outside\n[02:27.31] Two extremes collide like Jekyl and Hyde\n[02:30.03] And I provide you with the swerve you need, but take heed\n[02:32.77] You travellin' like speed\n[02:34.36] Iller than adventures you might read\n[02:36.23] O-fficial original breed, the just-ice league, yo it's the P-5-D\n[02:40.22] Style fashionist, other MC's they actresses\n[02:42.69] Yo it's the high-opposed, you bout to get shot down\n[02:45.39] Tryin' to fly above this Illa-Fifth compound\n[02:48.00] You've known since the get-go, I rock your disco\n[02:50.43] Ain't nobody badder, but yo you get my gist so\n[02:53.56] I represent so you gotta squint\n[02:55.57] As far as how I do it you ain't compen-sate\n[02:57.99] We causin' nui-sance and get in-decent so save your two cents\n[03:00.82] Don't come in my district, kickin' that b-\n[03:03.58] Yo it's all simplistic, limited click get\n[03:06.28] Lyrically lifted, touchin' the Fifth shit\n[03:08.67] Trenches of the mentally twisted, you enlisted\n[03:11.04] 5 was the emblem on the mic you got hit with\n[03:13.44] And I stomp ya, till you call me conqueror\n[03:15.85] Back-slappin' all the niggas that slept\n[03:17.77] Thinkin' that Elo could ever disappear\n[03:20.15] I'm strippin' they veneer\n[03:21.29] With this non ether reefer, quiet frequent premiere\n[03:23.58] Check it out, everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[03:28.63] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[03:31.06] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[03:33.40] Check it out, everybody\n[03:36.47] Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[03:38.59] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[03:41.22] Check it out, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\n[03:43.78] C'mon, everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[03:48.71] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[03:51.46] Yeah, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[03:53.94] Check it out, everybody\n[03:56.86] Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[03:59.28] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[04:02.27] Touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite yeah\n[04:05.15] 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watch what yourself say\n  I'm from S-P, no mortal man can test me\n  Thought, I keep a line-ean, upper echelon-ean\n  Heineken, hold the rhymin' in, flows remindin' 'em\n  Your half-steppin' ass could never fathom or grasp because\n  Aiyo, we got a doctorate in cold-rockin' it\n  Bringin' this apocalype, nigga, you mad topical\n  *Hctib* my raps trick your optical\n  Mr. Superficial, I'm rippin' apart your heart tissue\n  This is your official dismissal, I don't study the artificial\n  Who fuckin' with the dark crystal? 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I'm movin' like a smart missile\nAimed and guaranteed to hit you\n\nSo when the Fifth do get on and perform, you in for it\nIt ain't no way to cen-sor it, my style metaphoric\nTo bricks and ten tons stacks hard to lift\nThe artist, comin' out the Fifth darkness\n\nWe go back like ancients, while you ain't shit\nSub-terrainean, never against the grain-ean\nAfro-American slash half-blade-ean\nIn your universe, my star's the most radiant\n\nCheck it out, everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nCheck it out, everybody\nTouch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nYeah, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\n\nAyo it's all the way live, from 2-1-5\nPlus admission is denied so just wait outside\nTwo extremes collide like Jekyl and Hyde\nAnd I provide you with the swerve you need, but take heed\nYou travellin' like speed\nIller than adventures you might read\nO-fficial original breed, the just-ice league, yo it's the P-5-D\nStyle fashionist, other MC's they actresses\n\nYo it's the high-opposed, you bout to get shot down\nTryin' to fly above this Illa-Fifth compound\nYou've known since the get-go, I rock your disco\nAin't nobody badder, but yo you get my gist so\nI represent so you gotta squint\nAs far as how I do it you ain't compen-sate\nWe causin' nui-sance and get in-decent so save your two cents\nDon't come in my district, kickin' that b-\n\nYo it's all simplistic, limited click get\nLyrically lifted, touchin' the Fifth shit\nTrenches of the mentally twisted, you enlisted\n5 was the emblem on the mic you got hit with\n\nAnd I stomp ya, till you call me conqueror\nBack-slappin' all the niggas that slept\nThinkin' that Elo could ever disappear\nI'm strippin' they veneer\nWith this non ether reefer, quiet frequent premiere\n\nCheck it out, everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nCheck it out, everybody\nTouch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nCheck it out, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\nC'mon, everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nYeah, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nCheck it out, everybody\nTouch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nTouch this Illa-Fith Dynamite yeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.38] Uh uh, come on, S-P in the\n[00:02.95] Up north into the NYC and the out West\n[00:06.99] And to niggas in Cali and the Down South type dynamite\n[00:10.42] What, yo yo come on dynamite dynamite\n[00:14.48] Uh check it out, uh uh\n[00:17.14] Yo yo yo yo yo check it out\n[00:20.58] Everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:25.15] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:27.53] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:30.18] Check it out, every body\n[00:33.07] Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:35.25] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:37.86] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\n[00:39.86] Yo, check it out\n[00:41.15] In-in tro-tro du-ducing\n[00:43.06] The sole missin' link, what could MC's who listen think\n[00:45.93] It's Black Thought, open your eyes and don't blink\n[00:48.39] Yo, to rock this mic is like a basic instinct\n[00:50.73] But yo in-in-tro-tro-du-ducing\n[00:53.16] Behind thee, the mic champ-ion\n[00:55.05] More than a step-ion\n[00:56.19] Motherfuckers sweatin' me, beggin' me just to get me on\n[00:58.73] Macro-cosmic, micro-master\n[01:00.83] Ayo I'm all the way way, Phil Phil-lay-lay\n[01:03.85] People wanna see the way the Illadel play\n[01:06.21] Yo, look in the mirror, watch what yourself say\n[01:08.68] I'm from S-P, no mortal man can test me\n[01:11.27] Thought, I keep a lin-e in, upper eschulone-in\n[01:13.92] Heineken, hold the rhymin' in, flows remindin' em\n[01:16.33] Cats that hear me up, some shit from back in the past\n[01:18.73] Your half-steppin' ass, could never fathom a grasp because\n[01:21.51] Yo we got a doctrine, in cold-rockin' it\n[01:23.89] Bringin' this apocalype, nigga you mad topical\n[01:26.61] B- my raps trick your optical\n[01:28.73] Mister superficial, I'm rippin' apart your heart tissue\n[01:31.67] This is your official, dismissal\n[01:34.05] I don't study the artificial, who fuckin' wit the dark crystal\n[01:37.23] Yo where are is you? I'm movin' like a smart missile\n[01:39.83] Aimed and guaranteed to hit you\n[01:41.69] So when the Fifth do get on and perform, you in for it\n[01:44.29] It ain't no way to cen-sor it, my style metaphoric\n[01:47.21] To bricks and ten tons stacks hard to lift\n[01:49.53] The artist, comin' out the Fifth darkness\n[01:51.97] We go back like ancients, while you ain't shit\n[01:54.67] Sub-terrainean, never against the grain-ean\n[01:57.40] Afro-American slash half-blade-ean\n[01:59.73] In your universe, my star's the most radiant\n[02:01.88] Check it out, everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:06.98] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:09.37] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:12.04] Check it out, everybody\n[02:14.94] Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:17.15] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:19.57] Yeah, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\n[02:22.25] Ayo it's all the way live, from 2-1-5\n[02:24.99] Plus admission is denied so just wait outside\n[02:27.38] 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the mic you got hit with\n[03:13.44] And I stomp ya, till you call me conqueror\n[03:15.84] Back-slappin' all the niggas that slept\n[03:17.78] Thinkin' that Elo could ever disappear\n[03:20.16] I'm strippin' they veneer\n[03:21.22] With this non ether reefer, quiet frequent premiere\n[03:23.57] Check it out, everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[03:28.62] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[03:31.06] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[03:33.40] Check it out, everybody\n[03:36.47] Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[03:38.54] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[03:41.27] Check it out, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\n[03:43.76] C'mon, everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[03:48.72] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[03:51.50] Yeah, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[03:53.93] Check it out, everybody\n[03:56.83] Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[03:59.28] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[04:02.22] Touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite yeah\n[04:05.13] 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I'm movin' like a smart missile\nAimed and guaranteed to hit you\n\nSo when the Fifth do get on and perform, you in for it\nIt ain't no way to cen-sor it, my style metaphoric\nTo bricks and ten tons stacks hard to lift\nThe artist, comin' out the Fifth darkness\n\nWe go back like ancients, while you ain't shit\nSub-terrainean, never against the grain-ean\nAfro-American slash half-blade-ean\nIn your universe, my star's the most radiant\n\nCheck it out, everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nCheck it out, everybody\nTouch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nYeah, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\n\nAyo it's all the way live, from 2-1-5\nPlus admission is denied so just wait outside\nTwo extremes collide like Jekyl and Hyde\nAnd I provide you with the swerve you need, but take heed\nYou travellin' like speed\nIller than adventures you might read\nO-fficial original breed, the just-ice league, yo it's the P-5-D\nStyle fashionist, other MC's they actresses\n\nYo it's the high-opposed, you bout to get shot down\nTryin' to fly above this Illa-Fifth compound\nYou've known since the get-go, I rock your disco\nAin't nobody badder, but yo you get my gist so\nI represent so you gotta squint\nAs far as how I do it you ain't compen-sate\nWe causin' nui-sance and get in-decent so save your two cents\nDon't come in my district, kickin' that b-\n\nYo it's all simplistic, limited click get\nLyrically lifted, touchin' the Fifth shit\nTrenches of the mentally twisted, you enlisted\n5 was the emblem on the mic you got hit with\n\nAnd I stomp ya, till you call me conqueror\nBack-slappin' all the niggas that slept\nThinkin' that Elo could ever disappear\nI'm strippin' they veneer\nWith this non ether reefer, quiet frequent premiere\n\nCheck it out, everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nCheck it out, everybody\nTouch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nCheck it out, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\nC'mon, everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nYeah, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nCheck it out, everybody\nTouch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nTouch this Illa-Fith Dynamite yeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.38] Uh uh, come on, S-P in the\n[00:02.95] Up north into the NYC and the out West\n[00:06.99] And to niggas in Cali and the Down South type dynamite\n[00:10.42] What, yo yo come on dynamite dynamite\n[00:14.48] Uh check it out, uh uh\n[00:17.14] Yo yo yo yo yo check it out\n[00:20.58] Everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:25.15] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:27.53] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:30.18] Check it out, every body\n[00:33.07] Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:35.25] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:37.86] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\n[00:39.86] Yo, check it out\n[00:41.15] In-in tro-tro du-ducing\n[00:43.06] The sole missin' link, what could MC's who listen think\n[00:45.93] It's Black Thought, open your eyes and don't blink\n[00:48.39] Yo, to rock this mic is like a basic instinct\n[00:50.73] But yo in-in-tro-tro-du-ducing\n[00:53.16] Behind thee, the mic champ-ion\n[00:55.05] More than a step-ion\n[00:56.19] Motherfuckers sweatin' me, beggin' me just to get me on\n[00:58.73] Macro-cosmic, micro-master\n[01:00.83] Ayo I'm all the way way, Phil Phil-lay-lay\n[01:03.85] People wanna see the way the Illadel play\n[01:06.21] Yo, look in the mirror, watch what yourself say\n[01:08.68] I'm from S-P, no mortal man can test me\n[01:11.27] Thought, I keep a lin-e in, upper eschulone-in\n[01:13.92] Heineken, hold the rhymin' in, flows remindin' em\n[01:16.33] Cats that hear me up, some shit from back in the past\n[01:18.73] Your half-steppin' ass, could never fathom a grasp because\n[01:21.51] Yo we got a doctrine, in cold-rockin' it\n[01:23.89] Bringin' this apocalype, nigga you mad topical\n[01:26.61] B- my raps trick your optical\n[01:28.73] Mister superficial, I'm rippin' apart your heart tissue\n[01:31.67] This is your official, dismissal\n[01:34.05] I don't study the artificial, who fuckin' wit the dark crystal\n[01:37.23] Yo where are is you? I'm movin' like a smart missile\n[01:39.83] Aimed and guaranteed to hit you\n[01:41.69] So when the Fifth do get on and perform, you in for it\n[01:44.29] It ain't no way to cen-sor it, my style metaphoric\n[01:47.21] To bricks and ten tons stacks hard to lift\n[01:49.53] The artist, comin' out the Fifth darkness\n[01:51.97] We go back like ancients, while you ain't shit\n[01:54.67] Sub-terrainean, never against the grain-ean\n[01:57.40] Afro-American slash half-blade-ean\n[01:59.73] In your universe, my star's the most radiant\n[02:01.88] Check it out, everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:06.98] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:09.37] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:12.04] Check it out, everybody\n[02:14.94] Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:17.15] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:19.57] Yeah, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\n[02:22.25] Ayo it's all the way live, from 2-1-5\n[02:24.99] Plus admission is denied so just wait outside\n[02:27.38] 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I'm movin' like a smart missile\nAimed and guaranteed to hit you\n\nSo when the Fifth do get on and perform, you in for it\nIt ain't no way to cen-sor it, my style metaphoric\nTo bricks and ten tons stacks hard to lift\nThe artist, comin' out the Fifth darkness\n\nWe go back like ancients, while you ain't shit\nSub-terrainean, never against the grain-ean\nAfro-American slash half-blade-ean\nIn your universe, my star's the most radiant\n\nCheck it out, everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nCheck it out, everybody\nTouch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nYeah, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\n\nAyo it's all the way live, from 2-1-5\nPlus admission is denied so just wait outside\nTwo extremes collide like Jekyl and Hyde\nAnd I provide you with the swerve you need, but take heed\nYou travellin' like speed\nIller than adventures you might read\nO-fficial original breed, the just-ice league, yo it's the P-5-D\nStyle fashionist, other MC's they actresses\n\nYo it's the high-opposed, you bout to get shot down\nTryin' to fly above this Illa-Fifth compound\nYou've known since the get-go, I rock your disco\nAin't nobody badder, but yo you get my gist so\nI represent so you gotta squint\nAs far as how I do it you ain't compen-sate\nWe causin' nui-sance and get in-decent so save your two cents\nDon't come in my district, kickin' that b-\n\nYo it's all simplistic, limited click get\nLyrically lifted, touchin' the Fifth shit\nTrenches of the mentally twisted, you enlisted\n5 was the emblem on the mic you got hit with\n\nAnd I stomp ya, till you call me conqueror\nBack-slappin' all the niggas that slept\nThinkin' that Elo could ever disappear\nI'm strippin' they veneer\nWith this non ether reefer, quiet frequent premiere\n\nCheck it out, everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nCheck it out, everybody\nTouch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nCheck it out, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\nC'mon, everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nYeah, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nCheck it out, everybody\nTouch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\nTouch this Illa-Fith Dynamite yeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.38] Uh uh, come on, S-P in the\n[00:02.95] Up north into the NYC and the out West\n[00:06.99] And to niggas in Cali and the Down South type dynamite\n[00:10.42] What, yo yo come on dynamite dynamite\n[00:14.48] Uh check it out, uh uh\n[00:17.14] Yo yo yo yo yo check it out\n[00:20.58] Everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:25.15] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:27.53] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:30.18] Check it out, every body\n[00:33.07] Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:35.25] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[00:37.86] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\n[00:39.86] Yo, check it out\n[00:41.15] In-in tro-tro du-ducing\n[00:43.06] The sole missin' link, what could MC's who listen think\n[00:45.93] It's Black Thought, open your eyes and don't blink\n[00:48.39] Yo, to rock this mic is like a basic instinct\n[00:50.73] But yo in-in-tro-tro-du-ducing\n[00:53.16] Behind thee, the mic champ-ion\n[00:55.05] More than a step-ion\n[00:56.19] Motherfuckers sweatin' me, beggin' me just to get me on\n[00:58.73] Macro-cosmic, micro-master\n[01:00.83] Ayo I'm all the way way, Phil Phil-lay-lay\n[01:03.85] People wanna see the way the Illadel play\n[01:06.21] Yo, look in the mirror, watch what yourself say\n[01:08.68] I'm from S-P, no mortal man can test me\n[01:11.27] Thought, I keep a lin-e in, upper eschulone-in\n[01:13.92] Heineken, hold the rhymin' in, flows remindin' em\n[01:16.33] Cats that hear me up, some shit from back in the past\n[01:18.73] Your half-steppin' ass, could never fathom a grasp because\n[01:21.51] Yo we got a doctrine, in cold-rockin' it\n[01:23.89] Bringin' this apocalype, nigga you mad topical\n[01:26.61] B- my raps trick your optical\n[01:28.73] Mister superficial, I'm rippin' apart your heart tissue\n[01:31.67] This is your official, dismissal\n[01:34.05] I don't study the artificial, who fuckin' wit the dark crystal\n[01:37.23] Yo where are is you? I'm movin' like a smart missile\n[01:39.83] Aimed and guaranteed to hit you\n[01:41.69] So when the Fifth do get on and perform, you in for it\n[01:44.29] It ain't no way to cen-sor it, my style metaphoric\n[01:47.21] To bricks and ten tons stacks hard to lift\n[01:49.53] The artist, comin' out the Fifth darkness\n[01:51.97] We go back like ancients, while you ain't shit\n[01:54.67] Sub-terrainean, never against the grain-ean\n[01:57.40] Afro-American slash half-blade-ean\n[01:59.73] In your universe, my star's the most radiant\n[02:01.88] Check it out, everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:06.98] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:09.37] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:12.04] Check it out, everybody\n[02:14.94] Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:17.15] C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n[02:19.57] Yeah, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\n[02:22.25] Ayo it's all the way live, from 2-1-5\n[02:24.99] Plus admission is denied so just wait outside\n[02:27.38] 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on, S-P in the\n  Up north into the NYC and the out West\n  And to niggas in Cali and the Down South type dynamite\n  What, yo yo come on dynamite dynamite\n  Uh check it out, uh uh\n  Yo yo yo yo yo check it out\n\n  Everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n  Check it out, every body\n  Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\n\n  Yo, check it out\n  In-in tro-tro du-ducing\n  The sole missin' link, what could MC's who listen think\n  It's Black Thought, open your eyes and don't blink\n  Yo, to rock this mic is like a basic instinct\n  But yo in-in-tro-tro-du-ducing\n\n  Behind thee, the mic champ-ion\n  More than a step-ion\n  Motherfuckers sweatin' me, beggin' me just to get me on\n  Macro-cosmic, micro-master\n\n  Ayo I'm all the way way, Phil Phil-lay-lay\n  People wanna see the way the Illadel play\n  Yo, look in the mirror, watch what yourself say\n  I'm from S-P, no mortal man can test me\n  Thought, I keep a lin-e in, upper eschulone-in\n  Heineken, hold the rhymin' in, flows remindin' em\n  Cats that hear me up, some shit from back in the past\n  Your half-steppin' ass, could never fathom a grasp because\n\n  Yo we got a doctrine, in cold-rockin' it\n  Bringin' this apocalype, nigga you mad topical\n  B- my raps trick your optical\n  Mister superficial, I'm rippin' apart your heart tissue\n  This is your official, dismissal\n  I don't study the artificial, who fuckin' wit the dark crystal\n  Yo where are is you? I'm movin' like a smart missile\n  Aimed and guaranteed to hit you\n\n  So when the Fifth do get on and perform, you in for it\n  It ain't no way to cen-sor it, my style metaphoric\n  To bricks and ten tons stacks hard to lift\n  The artist, comin' out the Fifth darkness\n\n  We go back like ancients, while you ain't shit\n  Sub-terrainean, never against the grain-ean\n  Afro-American slash half-blade-ean\n  In your universe, my star's the most radiant\n\n  Check it out, everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n  Check it out, everybody\n  Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n  Yeah, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\n\n  Ayo it's all the way live, from 2-1-5\n  Plus admission is denied so just wait outside\n  Two extremes collide like Jekyl and Hyde\n  And I provide you with the swerve you need, but take heed\n  You travellin' like speed\n  Iller than adventures you might read\n  O-fficial original breed, the just-ice league, yo it's the P-5-D\n  Style fashionist, other MC's they actresses\n\n  Yo it's the high-opposed, you bout to get shot down\n  Tryin' to fly above this Illa-Fifth compound\n  You've known since the get-go, I rock your disco\n  Ain't nobody badder, but yo you get my gist so\n  I represent so you gotta squint\n  As far as how I do it you ain't compen-sate\n  We causin' nui-sance and get in-decent so save your two cents\n  Don't come in my district, kickin' that b-\n\n  Yo it's all simplistic, limited click get\n  Lyrically lifted, touchin' the Fifth shit\n  Trenches of the mentally twisted, you enlisted\n  5 was the emblem on the mic you got hit with\n\n  And I stomp ya, till you call me conqueror\n  Back-slappin' all the niggas that slept\n  Thinkin' that Elo could ever disappear\n  I'm strippin' they veneer\n  With this non ether reefer, quiet frequent premiere\n\n  Check it out, everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n  Check it out, everybody\n  Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n  Check it out, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite\n  C'mon, everybody, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n  Yeah, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n  Check it out, everybody\n  Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite\n  Touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite yeah\n"},{"id":27595937,"name":"Dynamite!","trackName":"Dynamite!","artistName":"The Roots","albumName":"Things Fall Apart","duration":285.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, uh, come on, S-P in the\nUp north into the NYC and the, out West\nAnd to niggas in Cali and the\nDown South type dynamite\nWhat, yo, yo, come on, dynamite, dynamite\nUh, check it out, uh, uh\nAyo, yo, yo, yo, yo\n\nCheck it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nAiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n\nYo, check it out, in-in-tro-tro-duc-ducin'\nThe sole missin' link, what could MC's who listen think?\nIt's Black Thought, open your eyes and don't blink\nYo, to rock this mic is like a basic instinct\nBut yo, in-in-tro-tro-duc-ducin'\nRehani, the mic champion, more than a step beyond\nMothafuckers sweatin' me, beggin' me just to get me on\nMacro-cosmic, micro-master\nAiyo, I'm all the way, way, Phil-Phil-lay-lay\nPeople wanna see the way the Illadelph play\nYo, look in the mirror, watch what yourself say\nI'm from S-P, no mortal man can test me\nThought, I keep a line-ean, upper echelon-ean\nHeineken, hold the rhymin' in, flows remindin' 'em\nYour half-steppin' ass could never fathom or grasp because\nAiyo, we got a doctorate in cold-rockin' it\nBringin' this apocalype, nigga, you mad topical\n*Hctib* my raps trick your optical\nMr. Superficial, I'm rippin' apart your heart tissue\nThis is your official dismissal, I don't study the artificial\nWho fuckin' with the dark crystal? Yo, where are is you?\nI'm movin' like a smart missile, aimed and guaranteed to hit you\nWord up, but when The Fifth do get on and perform, you in for it\nIt ain't no way to censor it\nMy style metaphoric to bricks and ten ton stacks hard to lift\nThe artist, comin' out the Fifth darkness\nSubterranean, never against the gradient\nAfro-American slash half-Pleiadian\nIn your universe, my star's the most radiant\n\nCheck it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nAiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n\nAiyo, it's all the way live, from 2-1-5\nPlus admission is denied, so just wait outside\nTwo extremes collide like Jekyll and Hyde\nAnd I provide you with the swerve you need, but take heed\nYou travellin' at light speed, iller than adventures you might read\nOfficial original breed, The Justice League\nYo, it's the P-5-D style fashionist\nOther MC's, they actresses\nYo, Mr. High-post, you 'bout to get shot down\nTryna fly above this Illa-Fifth compound\nYou've known since the get-go, I rock your disco\nAin't nobody badder, but yo, you get my gist so\nSee, I represent, so you gotta squint\nAs far as how I really do it, you incognizant\nWe causin' nuisance and get in-decent, so save your two cent\nDon't come in my district kickin' that *bullshit*\nYo, y'all simplistic limited clique get\nTrenches of the mentally twisted that you enlisted\n'Five' was the emblem on the mic you got hit with\nAnd I stomp ya, 'til you call me conqueror\nBack-slappin' all them niggas that slept\nThinkin' that Elo could ever disappear, I'm strippin' they veneer\nWit' this non-ether reefer, quite frequent premiere\n\nAiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nAiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nAiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nAiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\nTouch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\nC'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Dynamite!\n  artist: The Roots\n  album: Things Fall Apart\n  duration_ms: 285000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uh, uh, come on, S-P in the\n  Up north into the NYC and the, out West\n  And to niggas in Cali and the\n  Down South type dynamite\n  What, yo, yo, come on, dynamite, dynamite\n  Uh, check it out, uh, uh\n  Ayo, yo, yo, yo, yo\n\n  Check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\n  Touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  Aiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\n  Touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n\n  Yo, check it out, in-in-tro-tro-duc-ducin'\n  The sole missin' link, what could MC's who listen think?\n  It's Black Thought, open your eyes and don't blink\n  Yo, to rock this mic is like a basic instinct\n  But yo, in-in-tro-tro-duc-ducin'\n  Rehani, the mic champion, more than a step beyond\n  Mothafuckers sweatin' me, beggin' me just to get me on\n  Macro-cosmic, micro-master\n  Aiyo, I'm all the way, way, Phil-Phil-lay-lay\n  People wanna see the way the Illadelph play\n  Yo, look in the mirror, watch what yourself say\n  I'm from S-P, no mortal man can test me\n  Thought, I keep a line-ean, upper echelon-ean\n  Heineken, hold the rhymin' in, flows remindin' 'em\n  Your half-steppin' ass could never fathom or grasp because\n  Aiyo, we got a doctorate in cold-rockin' it\n  Bringin' this apocalype, nigga, you mad topical\n  *Hctib* my raps trick your optical\n  Mr. Superficial, I'm rippin' apart your heart tissue\n  This is your official dismissal, I don't study the artificial\n  Who fuckin' with the dark crystal? Yo, where are is you?\n  I'm movin' like a smart missile, aimed and guaranteed to hit you\n  Word up, but when The Fifth do get on and perform, you in for it\n  It ain't no way to censor it\n  My style metaphoric to bricks and ten ton stacks hard to lift\n  The artist, comin' out the Fifth darkness\n  Subterranean, never against the gradient\n  Afro-American slash half-Pleiadian\n  In your universe, my star's the most radiant\n\n  Check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\n  Touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  Aiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\n  Touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n\n  Aiyo, it's all the way live, from 2-1-5\n  Plus admission is denied, so just wait outside\n  Two extremes collide like Jekyll and Hyde\n  And I provide you with the swerve you need, but take heed\n  You travellin' at light speed, iller than adventures you might read\n  Official original breed, The Justice League\n  Yo, it's the P-5-D style fashionist\n  Other MC's, they actresses\n  Yo, Mr. High-post, you 'bout to get shot down\n  Tryna fly above this Illa-Fifth compound\n  You've known since the get-go, I rock your disco\n  Ain't nobody badder, but yo, you get my gist so\n  See, I represent, so you gotta squint\n  As far as how I really do it, you incognizant\n  We causin' nuisance and get in-decent, so save your two cent\n  Don't come in my district kickin' that *bullshit*\n  Yo, y'all simplistic limited clique get\n  Trenches of the mentally twisted that you enlisted\n  'Five' was the emblem on the mic you got hit with\n  And I stomp ya, 'til you call me conqueror\n  Back-slappin' all them niggas that slept\n  Thinkin' that Elo could ever disappear, I'm strippin' they veneer\n  Wit' this non-ether reefer, quite frequent premiere\n\n  Aiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\n  Touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  Aiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\n  Touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  Aiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\n  Touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  Aiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\n  Touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n  C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite\n"}]