[{"id":16127180,"name":"Rapper's Delight (Long Version)","trackName":"Rapper's Delight (Long Version)","artistName":"Sugarhill Gang","albumName":"Rapper's Delight: The Best Of The Sugarhill Gang","duration":877.0400256,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I said-a hip, hop, the hippie, the hippie\nTo the hip hip hop-a you don't stop the rock\nIt to the bang-bang boogie, say up jump the boogie\nTo the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\nNow what you hear is not a test: I'm rappin' to the beat\nAnd me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet\nSee, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\nTo the black, to the white, the red\nAnd the brown, the purple and yellow\nBut first I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\nSay up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\nLet's rock, you don't stop\nRock the riddle that will make your body rock\nWell, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\nAnd next on the mike is my man Hank, come on\nHank, sing that song\nCheck it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN, the O-V-A and the rest is F-L-Y\nYou see, I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\nAnd these reasons I'll tell you why\nYou see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun and I dress to a D\nYou see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali and I dress so viciously\nI got bodyguards, I got two big cars, that definitely ain't the whack\nI got a Lincoln continental and a sunroof Cadillac\nSo after school, I take a dip in the pool,\nWhich is really on the wall\nI got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\nHear me talking 'bout checkbooks, credit cards,\nMore money than a sucker could ever spend\nBut I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the\nRucker, not a dime 'til I made it again\nEverybody go: Hotel, motel\nWhatcha gonna do today (Say what?)\n'Cause I'ma get a fly girl\nGonna get some spank and drive off in a def OJ\nEverybody go: Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\nYou see, if your girl starts acting up, then you take her friend\nUh Master Gee, my mellow?\nIt's on you so what you gonna do?\nWell it's on and on and on, on and on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nI said a M-A-S, a T-E-R, a G with a double E\nI said I go by the unforgettable name of the man\nThey call the Master Gee\nWell, my name is known all over the world\nBy all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\nI'm going down in history\nAs the baddest rapper there ever could be\nNow I'm feeling the highs and you're feeling the lows\nThe beat starts getting into your toes\nYou start popping your fingers and stomping your feet\nAnd moving your body while you're sitting in your seat\nAnd then damn, you start doing the freak\nI said damn, right outta your seat\nThen you throw your hands high in the air\nYou're rocking to the rhythm, shake your derriere\nYa rockin' to the beat without a care\nWith the sureshot MCs for the affair\nNow, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\nBut I rap to the beat just the same\nI got a little face, and a pair of brown eyes\nAll I'm here to do, ladies, is hypnotize\nSinging on an' an' on an' on, on an' on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nSinging on an' an' on an' on, on an' on\nLike a hot party the pop the pop the pop dibbie dibbie\nPop the pop, pop, you don't dare stop\nCome alive y'all, gimme whatcha got\nI guess by now you can take a hunch\nAnd find that I am the baby of the bunch\nBut that's okay, I still keep in stride\n'Cos all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\nSingin' on'n'n'on'n'on n'on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nSingin' on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on\nRock rock, y'all, throw it on the floor\nI'm gonna freak ya here I'm gonna freak you there\nI'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n'Cos I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\nI'll put TNT tickin' in your behind\nI said one, two, three, four, come on, girls, get on the floor\nA-come alive, y'all, a-gimme whatcha got\n'Cos I'm guaranteed to make you rock\nI said one, two, three, four, tell me, Wonder Mike\nWhat are you waiting for?\nI said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\nTo the hip hip hop and you don't stop\nThe rock it to the bang bang the boogie\nSay up jump the boogie, dig the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\nSkiddlee beebop a we rock a scooby doo\nAnd guess what, America: we love you\n'Cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\nYou could rock 'til you're a hundred and one years old\nI don't mean to brag I don't mean to boast\nBut we like hot butter on a breakfast toast\nRock it up, uh, baby bubbah\nBaby bubbah to the boogie the bang bang the boogie\nTo the beat beat, it's so unique\nCome on, everybody, and dance to the beat\nA hip hop the hippie the hippie\nTo the hip hip hop and you don't stop\nThe rock it out baby boppa to the boogity bang bang\nBoogie to the boogie, the beat\nI said I can't wait 'til the end of the week\nWhen I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\nAn attempt to raise your body heat\nJust blow your mind so that you can't speak\nTo do a thing but a rock and shuffle your feet\nAnd let it change up to a dance called the freak\nAnd when ya finally do come into your rhythmic beat\nRest a little while so ya don't get weak\nI know a man named Hank\nHe has more rhymes than a serious bank\nSo come on Hank, uh, sing that song\nTo the rhythm of the boogie the bang bang the bong\nWell, I'm imp the dimp, the ladies pimp\nThe women fight for my delight\nBut I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\nThat shock the house for the young ladies\nAnd when you come inside, into the front\nYou do the freak, spank, and do the bump\nAnd when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\nWe're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\nA-from sun-to-sun and from day-to-day\nI sit down and write a brand new rhyme\nBecause they say that miracles never cease\nI've created a devastating masterpiece\nI'm gonna rock the mike 'til you can't resist\nEverybody, I say, it goes like this\nWell, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\nA reporter stopped me for a interview\nShe said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\nThat I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\nThis young reporter, I did adore\nSo I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\nShe said, \"Damn, fly guy, I'm in love with you!\nThe Casanova legend must have been true!\"\nI said, \"By the way, baby, what's your name?\"\nSaid, \"I go by the name Lois Lane\nAnd you could be my boyfriend, you surely can\nJust let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\"\nI said, \"He's a fairy, I do suppose\nFlyin' through the air in pantyhose\nHe may be very sexy or even cute\nBut he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\"\nI said, \"You need a man who's got finesse\nAnd his whole name across his chest\nHe may be able to fly all through the night\nBut can he rock a party 'til the early light?\nHe can't satisfy you with his little worm\nBut I can bust you out with my super sperm!\"\nI gon' do it, I gon' do it, I gon' do it, do it, do it\n\nAnd I'm here, and I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\nJust throw your hands up in the air\nAnd party hardy like you just don't care\nLet's do it, don't stop y'all\nA-tick a-tock, y'all, you don't stop!\nGo hotel, motel","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rapper's Delight (Long Version)\n  artist: Sugarhill Gang\n  album: 'Rapper''s Delight: The Best Of The Sugarhill Gang'\n  duration_ms: 877040\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I said-a hip, hop, the hippie, the hippie\n  To the hip hip hop-a you don't stop the rock\n  It to the bang-bang boogie, say up jump the boogie\n  To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\n  Now what you hear is not a test: I'm rappin' to the beat\n  And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet\n  See, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\n  To the black, to the white, the red\n  And the brown, the purple and yellow\n  But first I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\n  Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\n  Let's rock, you don't stop\n  Rock the riddle that will make your body rock\n  Well, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\n  And next on the mike is my man Hank, come on\n  Hank, sing that song\n  Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN, the O-V-A and the rest is F-L-Y\n  You see, I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\n  And these reasons I'll tell you why\n  You see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun and I dress to a D\n  You see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali and I dress so viciously\n  I got bodyguards, I got two big cars, that definitely ain't the whack\n  I got a Lincoln continental and a sunroof Cadillac\n  So after school, I take a dip in the pool,\n  Which is really on the wall\n  I got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\n  Hear me talking 'bout checkbooks, credit cards,\n  More money than a sucker could ever spend\n  But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the\n  Rucker, not a dime 'til I made it again\n  Everybody go: Hotel, motel\n  Whatcha gonna do today (Say what?)\n  'Cause I'ma get a fly girl\n  Gonna get some spank and drive off in a def OJ\n  Everybody go: Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  You see, if your girl starts acting up, then you take her friend\n  Uh Master Gee, my mellow?\n  It's on you so what you gonna do?\n  Well it's on and on and on, on and on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  I said a M-A-S, a T-E-R, a G with a double E\n  I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man\n  They call the Master Gee\n  Well, my name is known all over the world\n  By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\n  I'm going down in history\n  As the baddest rapper there ever could be\n  Now I'm feeling the highs and you're feeling the lows\n  The beat starts getting into your toes\n  You start popping your fingers and stomping your feet\n  And moving your body while you're sitting in your seat\n  And then damn, you start doing the freak\n  I said damn, right outta your seat\n  Then you throw your hands high in the air\n  You're rocking to the rhythm, shake your derriere\n  Ya rockin' to the beat without a care\n  With the sureshot MCs for the affair\n  Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\n  But I rap to the beat just the same\n  I got a little face, and a pair of brown eyes\n  All I'm here to do, ladies, is hypnotize\n  Singing on an' an' on an' on, on an' on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  Singing on an' an' on an' on, on an' on\n  Like a hot party the pop the pop the pop dibbie dibbie\n  Pop the pop, pop, you don't dare stop\n  Come alive y'all, gimme whatcha got\n  I guess by now you can take a hunch\n  And find that I am the baby of the bunch\n  But that's okay, I still keep in stride\n  'Cos all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\n  Singin' on'n'n'on'n'on n'on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  Singin' on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on\n  Rock rock, y'all, throw it on the floor\n  I'm gonna freak ya here I'm gonna freak you there\n  I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n  'Cos I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\n  I'll put TNT tickin' in your behind\n  I said one, two, three, four, come on, girls, get on the floor\n  A-come alive, y'all, a-gimme whatcha got\n  'Cos I'm guaranteed to make you rock\n  I said one, two, three, four, tell me, Wonder Mike\n  What are you waiting for?\n  I said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n  To the hip hip hop and you don't stop\n  The rock it to the bang bang the boogie\n  Say up jump the boogie, dig the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\n  Skiddlee beebop a we rock a scooby doo\n  And guess what, America: we love you\n  'Cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\n  You could rock 'til you're a hundred and one years old\n  I don't mean to brag I don't mean to boast\n  But we like hot butter on a breakfast toast\n  Rock it up, uh, baby bubbah\n  Baby bubbah to the boogie the bang bang the boogie\n  To the beat beat, it's so unique\n  Come on, everybody, and dance to the beat\n  A hip hop the hippie the hippie\n  To the hip hip hop and you don't stop\n  The rock it out baby boppa to the boogity bang bang\n  Boogie to the boogie, the beat\n  I said I can't wait 'til the end of the week\n  When I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\n  An attempt to raise your body heat\n  Just blow your mind so that you can't speak\n  To do a thing but a rock and shuffle your feet\n  And let it change up to a dance called the freak\n  And when ya finally do come into your rhythmic beat\n  Rest a little while so ya don't get weak\n  I know a man named Hank\n  He has more rhymes than a serious bank\n  So come on Hank, uh, sing that song\n  To the rhythm of the boogie the bang bang the bong\n  Well, I'm imp the dimp, the ladies pimp\n  The women fight for my delight\n  But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\n  That shock the house for the young ladies\n  And when you come inside, into the front\n  You do the freak, spank, and do the bump\n  And when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n  We're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\n  A-from sun-to-sun and from day-to-day\n  I sit down and write a brand new rhyme\n  Because they say that miracles never cease\n  I've created a devastating masterpiece\n  I'm gonna rock the mike 'til you can't resist\n  Everybody, I say, it goes like this\n  Well, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\n  A reporter stopped me for a interview\n  She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\n  That I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\n  This young reporter, I did adore\n  So I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\n  She said, \"Damn, fly guy, I'm in love with you!\n  The Casanova legend must have been true!\"\n  I said, \"By the way, baby, what's your name?\"\n  Said, \"I go by the name Lois Lane\n  And you could be my boyfriend, you surely can\n  Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\"\n  I said, \"He's a fairy, I do suppose\n  Flyin' through the air in pantyhose\n  He may be very sexy or even cute\n  But he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\"\n  I said, \"You need a man who's got finesse\n  And his whole name across his chest\n  He may be able to fly all through the night\n  But can he rock a party 'til the early light?\n  He can't satisfy you with his little worm\n  But I can bust you out with my super sperm!\"\n  I gon' do it, I gon' do it, I gon' do it, do it, do it\n\n  And I'm here, and I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\n  Just throw your hands up in the air\n  And party hardy like you just don't care\n  Let's do it, don't stop y'all\n  A-tick a-tock, y'all, you don't stop!\n  Go hotel, motel\n"},{"id":5153119,"name":"Rapper's Delight (Long Version)","trackName":"Rapper's Delight (Long Version)","artistName":"The Sugarhill Gang","albumName":"Rapper's Delight: The Best Of The Sugarhill Gang","duration":876.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I said-a hip, hop, the hippie, the hippie\nTo the hip hip hop-a you don't stop the rock\nIt to the bang-bang boogie, say up jump the boogie\nTo the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\nNow what you hear is not a test: I'm rappin' to the beat\nAnd me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet\nSee, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\nTo the black, to the white, the red\nAnd the brown, the purple and yellow\nBut first I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\nSay up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\nLet's rock, you don't stop\nRock the riddle that will make your body rock\nWell, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\nAnd next on the mike is my man Hank, come on\nHank, sing that song\nCheck it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN, the O-V-A and the rest is F-L-Y\nYou see, I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\nAnd these reasons I'll tell you why\nYou see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun and I dress to a D\nYou see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali and I dress so viciously\nI got bodyguards, I got two big cars, that definitely ain't the whack\nI got a Lincoln continental and a sunroof Cadillac\nSo after school, I take a dip in the pool,\nWhich is really on the wall\nI got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\nHear me talking 'bout checkbooks, credit cards,\nMore money than a sucker could ever spend\nBut I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the\nRucker, not a dime 'til I made it again\nEverybody go: Hotel, motel\nWhatcha gonna do today (Say what?)\n'Cause I'ma get a fly girl\nGonna get some spank and drive off in a def OJ\nEverybody go: Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\nYou see, if your girl starts acting up, then you take her friend\nUh Master Gee, my mellow?\nIt's on you so what you gonna do?\nWell it's on and on and on, on and on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nI said a M-A-S, a T-E-R, a G with a double E\nI said I go by the unforgettable name of the man\nThey call the Master Gee\nWell, my name is known all over the world\nBy all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\nI'm going down in history\nAs the baddest rapper there ever could be\nNow I'm feeling the highs and you're feeling the lows\nThe beat starts getting into your toes\nYou start popping your fingers and stomping your feet\nAnd moving your body while you're sitting in your seat\nAnd then damn, you start doing the freak\nI said damn, right outta your seat\nThen you throw your hands high in the air\nYou're rocking to the rhythm, shake your derriere\nYa rockin' to the beat without a care\nWith the sureshot MCs for the affair\nNow, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\nBut I rap to the beat just the same\nI got a little face, and a pair of brown eyes\nAll I'm here to do, ladies, is hypnotize\nSinging on an' an' on an' on, on an' on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nSinging on an' an' on an' on, on an' on\nLike a hot party the pop the pop the pop dibbie dibbie\nPop the pop, pop, you don't dare stop\nCome alive y'all, gimme whatcha got\nI guess by now you can take a hunch\nAnd find that I am the baby of the bunch\nBut that's okay, I still keep in stride\n'Cos all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\nSingin' on'n'n'on'n'on n'on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nSingin' on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on\nRock rock, y'all, throw it on the floor\nI'm gonna freak ya here I'm gonna freak you there\nI'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n'Cos I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\nI'll put TNT tickin' in your behind\nI said one, two, three, four, come on, girls, get on the floor\nA-come alive, y'all, a-gimme whatcha got\n'Cos I'm guaranteed to make you rock\nI said one, two, three, four, tell me, Wonder Mike\nWhat are you waiting for?\nI said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\nTo the hip hip hop and you don't stop\nThe rock it to the bang bang the boogie\nSay up jump the boogie, dig the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\nSkiddlee beebop a we rock a scooby doo\nAnd guess what, America: we love you\n'Cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\nYou could rock 'til you're a hundred and one years old\nI don't mean to brag I don't mean to boast\nBut we like hot butter on a breakfast toast\nRock it up, uh, baby bubbah\nBaby bubbah to the boogie the bang bang the boogie\nTo the beat beat, it's so unique\nCome on, everybody, and dance to the beat\nA hip hop the hippie the hippie\nTo the hip hip hop and you don't stop\nThe rock it out baby boppa to the boogity bang bang\nBoogie to the boogie, the beat\nI said I can't wait 'til the end of the week\nWhen I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\nAn attempt to raise your body heat\nJust blow your mind so that you can't speak\nTo do a thing but a rock and shuffle your feet\nAnd let it change up to a dance called the freak\nAnd when ya finally do come into your rhythmic beat\nRest a little while so ya don't get weak\nI know a man named Hank\nHe has more rhymes than a serious bank\nSo come on Hank, uh, sing that song\nTo the rhythm of the boogie the bang bang the bong\nWell, I'm imp the dimp, the ladies pimp\nThe women fight for my delight\nBut I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\nThat shock the house for the young ladies\nAnd when you come inside, into the front\nYou do the freak, spank, and do the bump\nAnd when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\nWe're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\nA-from sun-to-sun and from day-to-day\nI sit down and write a brand new rhyme\nBecause they say that miracles never cease\nI've created a devastating masterpiece\nI'm gonna rock the mike 'til you can't resist\nEverybody, I say, it goes like this\nWell, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\nA reporter stopped me for a interview\nShe said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\nThat I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\nThis young reporter, I did adore\nSo I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\nShe said, \"Damn, fly guy, I'm in love with you!\nThe Casanova legend must have been true!\"\nI said, \"By the way, baby, what's your name?\"\nSaid, \"I go by the name Lois Lane\nAnd you could be my boyfriend, you surely can\nJust let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\"\nI said, \"He's a fairy, I do suppose\nFlyin' through the air in pantyhose\nHe may be very sexy or even cute\nBut he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\"\nI said, \"You need a man who's got finesse\nAnd his whole name across his chest\nHe may be able to fly all through the night\nBut can he rock a party 'til the early light?\nHe can't satisfy you with his little worm\nBut I can bust you out with my super sperm!\"\nI gon' do it, I gon' do it, I gon' do it, do it, do it\n\nAnd I'm here, and I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\nJust throw your hands up in the air\nAnd party hardy like you just don't care\nLet's do it, don't stop y'all\nA-tick a-tock, y'all, you don't stop!\nGo hotel, motel","syncedLyrics":"[00:35.74] I said-a hip, hop, the hippie, the hippie\n[00:38.48] To the hip hip hop-a you don't stop the rock\n[00:39.87] It to the bang-bang boogie, say up jump the boogie\n[00:41.63] To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\n[00:43.97] Now what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin' to the beat\n[00:48.52] And me, the groove and my friends are gonna try to move your feet\n[00:53.06] See I am Wonder Mike and I'd like to say hello\n[00:56.91] To the black, to the white, the red and the brown, the purple and yellow\n[01:01.47] But first I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\n[01:04.13] Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\n[01:06.06] Let's rock, you don't stop\n[01:08.46] Rock the riddle that will make your body rock\n[01:10.42] Well, so far youve heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\n[01:14.40] And next on the mic is my man Hank: come on, Hank, sing that song\n[01:18.53] Check it out: I'm the C-a-s-an-the-o-v-a, and the rest is f-l-y\n[01:21.53] Y'see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix and these reasons, I'll tell ya why:\n[01:27.18] Y'see I'm six-foot-one and I'm tons of fun, and I dress to a T\n[01:31.53] Y'see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali and I dress so viciously\n[01:36.14] I got bodyguards, I got two big cars that definitely ain't the wack\n[01:40.25] I got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac\n[01:44.64] So after school, I take a dip in the pool which is really on the wall\n[01:48.99] I got a color TV, so I can see the Knicks play basketball\n[01:53.19] Hear me talkin' 'bout checkbooks, credit cards, more money than a sucker could ever spend\n[01:57.80] But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the rucker, not a dime till I made it again\n[02:01.96] Y'go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? [(Say what?)]\n[02:06.16] Y'say I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin', drive off in a def OJ\n[02:10.74] Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n[02:13.45] Say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\n[02:17.65] Master Gee, am I mellow?\n[02:21.13] It's on you, so what you gonna do?\n[02:23.78] Well, it's on n on n on on n on\n[02:26.38] The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n[02:27.91] I said m-a-s, t-e-r, a g with a double e\n[02:30.54] I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Master Gee\n[02:36.30] Well, my name is known all over the world\n[02:38.88] By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\n[02:41.06] I'm goin down in history\n[02:43.07] As the baddest rapper there ever could be\n[02:45.68] Now I'm feelin' the highs and ya feelin' the lows\n[02:47.64] The beat starts gettin' into your toes\n[02:49.91] Ya start poppin' ya fingers and stompin' your feet\n[02:52.23] And movin' your body while you're sittin' in your seat\n[02:54.10] And then, damn, ya start doin' the Freak\n[02:56.13] I said damn, right outta your seat\n[02:58.13] Then ya throw your hands high in the air\n[03:00.25] Ya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere\n[03:02.54] Ya rockin' to the beat without a care\n[03:04.81] With the sure shot MCs for the affair\n[03:07.16] Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\n[03:09.09] But I rap to the beat just the same\n[03:10.96] I got a little face and a pair of brown eyes\n[03:13.59] All I'm here to do, ladies, is hypnotize\n[03:15.57] Singin' on n n on n on n on\n[03:17.56] The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n[03:19.89] Singin' on n n on n on on n on\n[03:22.15] Like a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie\n[03:24.32] Pop da pop pop, ya don't dare stop\n[03:26.32] Come alive, y'all, gimme what ya got\n[03:28.59] I guess by now, you can take a hunch\n[03:30.88] And find that I am the baby of the bunch\n[03:33.14] But that's okay I still keep in stride\n[03:35.06] 'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\n[03:37.35] Singin' on n n on n on n on\n[03:39.24] The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n[03:41.41] Singin' on n n on n on on n on\n[03:43.66] Rock rock, y'all, throw it on the floor\n[03:45.91] I'm gonna freak ya here, I'm gonna feak ya there\n[03:47.88] I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n[03:50.14] 'Cause I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\n[03:52.09] I'll put t-t-tickets in your behind\n[03:54.31] I said 1-2-3-4, come on girls, get on the floor\n[03:56.94] A-come alive, y'all, a-gimme what ya got\n[04:00.83] 'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock\n[04:03.01] I said 1-2-3-4, tell me Wonder Mike, what are you waitin' for?\n[04:07.37] I said-a hip hop, the hippie to the hippie\n[04:09.66] The hip hip hop-a you don't stop the rock\n[04:11.95] It to the bang bang boogie, say up jump the boogie\n[04:13.82] To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\n[04:15.77] Skiddlee beebop-a we rock a scoobie doo\n[04:18.42] And guess what, America, we love you\n[04:20.69] 'Cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\n[04:22.54] You could rock till you're a hundred and one years old\n[04:24.62] I don't mean to brag, I don't mean to boast\n[04:26.97] But we like hot butter on our breakfast toast\n[04:28.99] Rock it up, baby bubbah\n[04:31.20] Baby bubbah to the boogie, da bang bang da boogie\n[04:33.51] To the beat beat, it's so unique\n[04:33.82] Come on, everybody and dance to the beat\n[04:56.03] I said-a hip hop, the hippie the hippie\n[04:57.60] To the hip hip hop-a you dont stop\n[04:59.99] Rock it out, baby bubbah, to the boogie da bang bang\n[05:00.57] The boogie to the boogie da beat\n[05:03.76] I said I can't wait till the end of the week\n[05:06.34] When I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\n[05:08.21] And attempt to raise your body heat\n[05:10.27] Just blow your mind so that you can't speak\n[05:12.42] And do a thing but a rock and shuffle your feet\n[05:14.72] And let it change up to a dance called The Freak\n[05:17.04] And when ya finally do come in to your rhythmic beat\n[05:19.05] Rest a little while so ya don't get weak\n[05:21.31] I know a man named Hank\n[05:23.56] He has more rhymes than a serious bank\n[05:25.78] So come on, Hank, sing that song\n[05:27.63] To the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong\n[05:29.87] Well, I'm imp the dimp, the ladies pimp\n[05:32.15] The women fight for my delight\n[05:34.09] But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\n[05:36.12] That shock the house for the young ladies\n[05:38.36] And when you come inside into the front\n[05:40.58] You do the freak, spank, and do the bump\n[05:42.36] And when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n[05:44.77] We're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\n[05:47.00] A-from sun-to-sun and from day-to-day\n[05:48.88] I sit down and write a brand new rhyme\n[05:51.43] Because they say that miracles never cease\n[05:53.31] I've created a devastating masterpiece\n[05:55.67] I'm gonna rock the mic till you can't resist\n[05:57.85] Everybody, I say, it goes like this:\n[06:00.02] Well, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\n[06:02.30] A reporter stopped me for a interview\n[06:04.15] She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\n[06:04.82] That I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\n[06:08.58] This young reporter, I did adore\n[06:10.51] So I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\n[06:12.86] She said, \"Damn, fly guy, I'm in love with you!\n[06:14.79] The Cassanova legend must have been true!\"\n[06:17.10] I said, \"By the way, baby, what's your name?\"\n[06:19.68] Said, \"I go by the name of Lois Lane\n[06:22.10] And you could be my boyfriend, you surely can\n[06:23.84] Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\"\n[06:26.91] I said, \"He's a fairy, I do suppose\n[06:28.02] Flyin' through the air in pantyhose\n[06:30.29] He may be very sexy or even cute\n[06:32.11] But he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\"\n[06:34.56] I said, \"You need a man who's got finesse\n[06:36.46] And his whole name across his chest\n[06:38.85] He may be able to fly all through the night\n[06:40.96] But can he rock a party till the early light?\n[06:43.29] He can't satisfy you with his little worm\n[06:45.52] But I can bust you out with my super sperm!\"\n[06:47.32] I gon' do it, I gon' do it\n[06:48.94] I gon' do it, do it, do it\n[06:49.88] And I'm here, and I'm there\n[06:53.73] I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\n[06:55.90] Just throw your hands up in the air\n[06:58.13] And party hardy like you just don't care\n[07:00.63] Let's do it, don't stop y'all\n[07:02.48] A-tick a-tock, y'all, you don't stop!\n[07:04.37] Go hotel, motel, what you gonna do today? [(Say what?)]\n[07:07.26] I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spank, drive off in a def OJ\n[07:12.70] Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n[07:15.84] You say, if your girl starts actin' up then you take her friend\n[07:21.67] I say skip, dive, what can I say?\n[07:24.26] I can't fit em all inside my OJ\n[07:26.46] So I just take half and bust them out\n[07:29.63] I give the rest to Master Gee so he could shock the house\n[07:30.95] It was twelve o'clock one Friday night\n[07:32.65] I was rockin' to the beat and feelin' all right\n[07:35.11] Everybody was dancin' on the floor\n[07:37.06] Doin' all the things they never did before\n[07:39.28] And then this fly, fly girl with a sexy lean\n[07:41.52] She came into the bar, she came into the scene\n[07:43.48] As she traveled deeper inside the room\n[07:45.75] All the fellas checked out her white sasoons\n[07:47.91] She came up to the table, looked into my eyes\n[07:50.23] Then she turned around and shook her behind\n[07:52.42] So I said to myself, \"It's time for me to release\n[07:54.57] My vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece\"\n[07:56.49] And now, people in the house, this is just for you\n[07:58.70] A little rap to make you boogaloo\n[08:00.69] Now the group ya hear is called phase two\n[08:02.92] And let me tell ya somethin', we're a helluva crew\n[08:05.33] Once a week we're on the street\n[08:07.59] Just a-cuttin' the jams and making it free\n[08:09.36] For you to party, ya got to have the moves\n[08:11.64] So we'll get right down and give you a groove\n[08:13.91] For you to dance, you gotta get hype\n[08:16.20] So we'll get right down and make you rock\n[08:18.43] Now the system's on and the girls are there\n[08:20.49] Ya definitely have a rockin affair\n[08:22.65] But let me tell ya somethin', there's still one fact:\n[08:24.83] That to have a party, ya got to have a rap\n[08:26.91] So when the party's over, you're makin' it home\n[08:28.82] And tryin' to sleep before the break of dawn\n[08:31.10] And while ya sleepin', ya start to dream\n[08:33.48] And thinkin' how ya danced on the disco scene\n[08:35.65] My name appears in your mind\n[08:37.74] Yeah, a name you know that was right on time\n[08:39.62] It was phase two, just a-doin' a do\n[08:41.96] Rockin' ya down 'cause ya know we could\n[08:44.10] To the rhythm of the beat that makes ya freak\n[08:46.08] Come alive, girls, get on your feet\n[08:48.27] To the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat\n[08:50.78] To the double beat beat that it makes ya freak\n[08:52.64] To the rhythm of the beat that says ya go on\n[08:54.98] On n on into the break of dawn\n[08:57.23] Now I got a man comin' on right now\n[08:59.45] He's guaranteed to throw down\n[09:01.66] He goes by the name of Wonder Mike\n[09:03.72] Come on, Wonder Mike, do what ya like\n[09:05.56] Like a can of beer that's sweeter than honey\n[09:08.05] Like a millionaire that has no money\n[09:10.23] Like a rainy day that is not wet\n[09:12.19] Like a gamblin' fiend that does not bet\n[09:14.35] Like Dracula without his fangs\n[09:16.59] Like the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang\n[09:18.82] Like collard greens that don't taste good\n[09:20.74] Like a tree that's not made out of wood\n[09:22.78] Like goin' up and not comin' down\n[09:25.05] Is just like the beat without the sound, no sound\n[09:27.53] To the beat beat, ya do The Freak\n[09:27.84] Everybody just rock and dance to the beat\n[09:31.78] Have you ever went over a friends house to eat\n[09:33.95] And the food just ain't no good?\n[09:36.15] I mean the macaroni's soggy, the peas are mushed\n[09:38.37] And the chicken tastes like wood\n[09:40.13] So you try to play it off like you think you can\n[09:42.31] By sayin that you're full\n[09:44.52] And then your friend says, \"Momma, he's just being polite\n[09:46.75] He ain't finished, uh uh, that's bull!\"\n[09:48.37] So your heart starts pumpin', and you think of a lie\n[09:51.12] And you say that you already ate\n[09:53.23] And your friend says, \"Man, there's plenty of food!\"\n[09:55.23] So you pile some more on your plate\n[09:57.41] While the stinky foods steamin' your mind starts to dreamin'\n[09:59.97] Of the moment that it's time to leave\n[10:01.52] And then you look at your plate and your chickens slowly rottin'\n[10:04.14] Into something that looks like cheese\n[10:06.13] Oh so, you say, \"That's it, I got to leave this place\n[10:08.48] I don't care what these people think\n[10:10.06] I'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous\n[10:12.60] With this ugly food that stinks!\"\n[10:14.54] So you bust out the door while it's still closed\n[10:17.10] Still sick from the food you ate\n[10:18.67] And then you run to the store for quick relief\n[10:21.09] From a bottle of Kaopectate\n[10:23.19] And then you call your friend two weeks later\n[10:25.31] To see how he has been\n[10:27.84] And he says, \"I understand about the food, baby bubbah\n[10:30.57] But we're still friends\"\n[10:31.86] With a hip hop, the hippie to the hippie\n[10:34.16] The hip hip-a hop-a you don't stop the rockin'\n[10:36.42] To the bang bang boogie say up jump the boogie\n[10:37.95] To the rhythm of the boogie the beat\n[10:40.02] I say, Hank, can ya rock?\n[10:42.18] Can ya rock to the rhythm that just don't stop?\n[10:44.91] Can ya hip me to the shoobie doo?\n[10:47.15] I said, come on make the, make the people move\n[10:49.18] I go to the halls and then ring the bell\n[10:51.13] Because I am the man with the clientele\n[10:53.39] And if ya ask me why I rock so well\n[10:55.65] A big bang, I got clientele\n[10:57.56] And from the time I was only six years old\n[10:59.72] I never forgot what I was told\n[11:01.99] It was the best advice that I ever had\n[11:03.98] It came from my wise dear old dad\n[11:06.49] He said, \"Sit down, punk, I wanna talk to you\n[11:08.01] And don't say a word until I'm through\n[11:10.50] Now, there's a time to laugh, a time to cry\n[11:12.73] A time to live and a time to die\n[11:14.79] A time to break and a time to chill\n[11:17.06] To act civilized or act real ill\n[11:17.42] But whatever ya do in your lifetime\n[11:19.64] Y'never let a MC steal your rhyme!\"\n[11:23.55] So from sixty-six to this very day\n[11:25.50] I'll always remember what he had to say\n[11:27.92] So when the sucker MCs try to chump my style\n[11:29.84] I let them know that I'm versatile\n[11:32.10] I got style, finesse and a little black book\n[11:34.34] That's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look\n[11:36.53] But there's a thing that separates you from me\n[11:38.48] And that is called originality\n[11:40.61] Because my rhymes are on from what you heard\n[11:42.93] I didn't even bite and not a Goddamn word\n[11:45.12] And I say a little more later on tonight\n[11:47.13] So the sucker MCs can bite all night\n[11:49.42] A-tick a-tock y'all, a-beat beat y'all\n[11:51.75] A-let's rock y'all, ya don't stop\n[11:53.68] Ya go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? [(Say what?)]\n[11:57.81] Ya say I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'\n[12:00.18] Drive off in a def OJ\n[12:02.28] Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n[12:06.26] Ya say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friends\n[12:10.64] A-like that y'all, to the beat y'all\n[12:13.29] Beat beat ya'll, ya don't stop\n[12:15.24] A-Master Gee, am I mellow?\n[12:17.11] It's on you, so whatcha gonna do?\n[12:19.70] Well, like Johnny Carson on The Late Show\n[12:21.55] A-like Frankie Crocker in stereo\n[12:23.72] Well, like The Bar-Kay's singin' Holy Ghost\n[12:26.03] The sounds to throw down, they're played the most\n[12:28.35] It's like my man, Captain Sky\n[12:30.58] Whose name he earned with his super sperm\n[12:32.44] We rock and we don't stop\n[12:34.99] Get off, y'all, I'm here to give you whatcha got\n[12:37.15] To the beat that it makes you freak\n[12:39.14] And come alive, girl, get on your feet\n[12:41.49] A-like a Perry Mason without a case\n[12:43.69] Like Farrah Fawcett without her face\n[12:46.15] Like The Bar-Kays on the mic\n[12:48.04] Like gettin' right down for you tonight\n[12:49.81] Like movin' your body so ya don't know how\n[12:52.04] Right to the rhythm and throw down\n[12:54.47] Like comin' alive to the Master Gee\n[12:56.65] The brother who rocks so viciously\n[12:58.86] I said, the age of one, my life begun\n[13:00.71] At the age of two, I was doin the' do\n[13:03.06] At the age of three, it was you and me\n[13:04.90] Rockin' to the sounds of the Master Gee\n[13:07.49] At the age of four, I was on the floor\n[13:09.66] Givin' all the freaks what they bargained for\n[13:12.09] At the age of five, I didn't take no jive\n[13:14.27] With the Master Gee, it's all the way live\n[13:16.33] At the age of six, I was a-pickin' up sticks\n[13:19.32] Rappin' to the beat, my stick was fixed\n[13:21.77] At the age of seven, I was rockin' in heaven\n[13:23.06] Dontcha know I went off?\n[13:25.24] I got right on down to the beat, you see\n[13:27.17] Gettin' right on down, makin' all the girls\n[13:29.21] Just take of their clothes to the beat the beat\n[13:31.27] To the double beat beat that makes you freak\n[13:33.68] At the age of eight, I was really great\n[13:35.86] 'Cause every night, you see I had a date\n[13:38.26] At the age of nine, I was right on time\n[13:40.73] 'Cause every night, I had a party rhyme\n[13:42.64] Goin' on n n on n on on n on\n[13:44.81] The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n[13:46.88] A-sayin' on n n on n on on n on...\n[13:48.84] Like a hot buttered de pop de pop de pop\n[13:51.40] A-saying on n n on n on on n on\n[13:53.23] I say you don't stop, gimme what ya got\n[13:54.88] 'Cause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mic\n[13:55.61] I am the definite feast delight\n[13:59.76] 'Cause I'm a helluva man when i'm on the miC\n[14:02.15] I am the definite feast delight\n[14:04.47] Come to the Master Gee, you see\n[14:06.62] The brother who rocks so viciously\n[14:08.96] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rapper's Delight (Long Version)\n  artist: The Sugarhill Gang\n  album: 'Rapper''s Delight: The Best Of The Sugarhill Gang'\n  duration_ms: 876000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I said-a hip, hop, the hippie, the hippie\n  start_ms: 35740\n  end_ms: 38480\n- text: To the hip hip hop-a you don't stop the rock\n  start_ms: 38480\n  end_ms: 39870\n- text: It to the bang-bang boogie, say up jump the boogie\n  start_ms: 39870\n  end_ms: 41630\n- text: To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\n  start_ms: 41630\n  end_ms: 43970\n- text: Now what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin' to the beat\n  start_ms: 43970\n  end_ms: 48520\n- text: And me, the groove and my friends are gonna try to move your feet\n  start_ms: 48520\n  end_ms: 53060\n- text: See I am Wonder Mike and I'd like to say hello\n  start_ms: 53060\n  end_ms: 56910\n- text: To the black, to the white, the red and the brown, the purple and yellow\n  start_ms: 56910\n  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and I dress so viciously\n  start_ms: 91530\n  end_ms: 96140\n- text: I got bodyguards, I got two big cars that definitely ain't the wack\n  start_ms: 96140\n  end_ms: 100250\n- text: I got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac\n  start_ms: 100250\n  end_ms: 104640\n- text: So after school, I take a dip in the pool which is really on the wall\n  start_ms: 104640\n  end_ms: 108990\n- text: I got a color TV, so I can see the Knicks play basketball\n  start_ms: 108990\n  end_ms: 113190\n- text: Hear me talkin' 'bout checkbooks, credit cards, more money than a sucker could ever spend\n  start_ms: 113190\n  end_ms: 117800\n- text: But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the rucker, not a dime till I made it again\n  start_ms: 117800\n  end_ms: 121960\n- text: Y'go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? [(Say what?)]\n  start_ms: 121960\n  end_ms: 126160\n- text: Y'say I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin', drive off in a def OJ\n  start_ms: 126160\n  end_ms: 130740\n- text: Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  start_ms: 130740\n  end_ms: 133450\n- text: Say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\n  start_ms: 133450\n  end_ms: 137650\n- text: Master Gee, am I mellow?\n  start_ms: 137650\n  end_ms: 141130\n- text: It's on you, so what you gonna do?\n  start_ms: 141130\n  end_ms: 143780\n- text: Well, it's on n on n on on n on\n  start_ms: 143780\n  end_ms: 146380\n- text: The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  start_ms: 146380\n  end_ms: 147910\n- text: I said m-a-s, t-e-r, a g with a double e\n  start_ms: 147910\n  end_ms: 150540\n- text: I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Master Gee\n  start_ms: 150540\n  end_ms: 156300\n- text: Well, my name is known all over the world\n  start_ms: 156300\n  end_ms: 158880\n- text: By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\n  start_ms: 158880\n  end_ms: 161060\n- text: I'm goin down in history\n  start_ms: 161060\n  end_ms: 163070\n- text: As the baddest rapper there ever could be\n  start_ms: 163070\n  end_ms: 165680\n- text: Now I'm feelin' the highs and ya feelin' the lows\n  start_ms: 165680\n  end_ms: 167640\n- text: The beat starts gettin' into your toes\n  start_ms: 167640\n  end_ms: 169910\n- text: Ya start poppin' ya fingers and stompin' your feet\n  start_ms: 169910\n  end_ms: 172230\n- text: And movin' your body while you're sittin' in your seat\n  start_ms: 172230\n  end_ms: 174100\n- text: And then, damn, ya start doin' the Freak\n  start_ms: 174100\n  end_ms: 176130\n- text: I said damn, right outta your seat\n  start_ms: 176130\n  end_ms: 178130\n- text: Then ya throw your hands high in the air\n  start_ms: 178130\n  end_ms: 180250\n- text: Ya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere\n  start_ms: 180250\n  end_ms: 182540\n- text: Ya rockin' to the beat without a care\n  start_ms: 182540\n  end_ms: 184810\n- text: With the sure shot MCs for the affair\n  start_ms: 184810\n  end_ms: 187160\n- text: Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\n  start_ms: 187160\n  end_ms: 189090\n- text: But I rap to the beat just the same\n  start_ms: 189090\n  end_ms: 190960\n- text: I got a little face and a pair of brown eyes\n  start_ms: 190960\n  end_ms: 193590\n- text: All I'm here to do, ladies, is hypnotize\n  start_ms: 193590\n  end_ms: 195570\n- text: Singin' on n n on n on n on\n  start_ms: 195570\n  end_ms: 197560\n- text: The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  start_ms: 197560\n  end_ms: 199890\n- text: Singin' on n n on n on on n on\n  start_ms: 199890\n  end_ms: 202150\n- text: Like a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie\n  start_ms: 202150\n  end_ms: 204320\n- text: Pop da pop pop, ya don't dare stop\n  start_ms: 204320\n  end_ms: 206320\n- text: Come alive, y'all, gimme what ya got\n  start_ms: 206320\n  end_ms: 208590\n- text: I guess by now, you can take a hunch\n  start_ms: 208590\n  end_ms: 210880\n- text: And find that I am the baby of the bunch\n  start_ms: 210880\n  end_ms: 213140\n- text: But that's okay I still keep in stride\n  start_ms: 213140\n  end_ms: 215060\n- text: '''Cause all I''m here to do is just wiggle your behind'\n  start_ms: 215060\n  end_ms: 217350\n- text: Singin' on n n on n on n on\n  start_ms: 217350\n  end_ms: 219240\n- text: The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  start_ms: 219240\n  end_ms: 221410\n- text: Singin' on n n on n on on n on\n  start_ms: 221410\n  end_ms: 223660\n- text: Rock rock, y'all, throw it on the floor\n  start_ms: 223660\n  end_ms: 225910\n- text: I'm gonna freak ya here, I'm gonna feak ya there\n  start_ms: 225910\n  end_ms: 227880\n- text: I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n  start_ms: 227880\n  end_ms: 230140\n- text: '''Cause I''m one of a kind and I''ll shock your mind'\n  start_ms: 230140\n  end_ms: 232090\n- text: I'll put t-t-tickets in your behind\n  start_ms: 232090\n  end_ms: 234310\n- text: I said 1-2-3-4, come on girls, get on the floor\n  start_ms: 234310\n  end_ms: 236940\n- text: A-come alive, y'all, a-gimme what ya got\n  start_ms: 236940\n  end_ms: 240830\n- text: '''Cause I''m guaranteed to make you rock'\n  start_ms: 240830\n  end_ms: 243010\n- text: I said 1-2-3-4, tell me Wonder Mike, what are you waitin' for?\n  start_ms: 243010\n  end_ms: 247370\n- text: I said-a hip hop, the hippie to the hippie\n  start_ms: 247370\n  end_ms: 249660\n- text: The hip hip hop-a you don't stop the rock\n  start_ms: 249660\n  end_ms: 251950\n- text: It to the bang bang boogie, say up jump the boogie\n  start_ms: 251950\n  end_ms: 253820\n- text: To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\n  start_ms: 253820\n  end_ms: 255770\n- text: Skiddlee beebop-a we rock a scoobie doo\n  start_ms: 255770\n  end_ms: 258420\n- text: And guess what, America, we love you\n  start_ms: 258420\n  end_ms: 260690\n- text: '''Cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul'\n  start_ms: 260690\n  end_ms: 262540\n- text: You could rock till you're a hundred and one years old\n  start_ms: 262540\n  end_ms: 264620\n- text: I don't mean to brag, I don't mean to boast\n  start_ms: 264620\n  end_ms: 266970\n- text: But we like hot butter on our breakfast toast\n  start_ms: 266970\n  end_ms: 268990\n- text: Rock it up, baby bubbah\n  start_ms: 268990\n  end_ms: 271200\n- text: Baby bubbah to the boogie, da bang bang da boogie\n  start_ms: 271200\n  end_ms: 273510\n- text: To the beat beat, it's so unique\n  start_ms: 273510\n  end_ms: 273820\n- text: Come on, everybody and dance to the beat\n  start_ms: 273820\n  end_ms: 296030\n- text: I said-a hip hop, the hippie the hippie\n  start_ms: 296030\n  end_ms: 297600\n- text: To the hip hip hop-a you dont stop\n  start_ms: 297600\n  end_ms: 299990\n- text: Rock it out, baby bubbah, to the boogie da bang bang\n  start_ms: 299990\n  end_ms: 300570\n- text: The boogie to the boogie da beat\n  start_ms: 300570\n  end_ms: 303760\n- text: I said I can't wait till the end of the week\n  start_ms: 303760\n  end_ms: 306340\n- text: When I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\n  start_ms: 306340\n  end_ms: 308210\n- text: And attempt to raise your body heat\n  start_ms: 308210\n  end_ms: 310270\n- text: Just blow your mind so that you can't speak\n  start_ms: 310270\n  end_ms: 312420\n- text: And do a thing but a rock and shuffle your feet\n  start_ms: 312420\n  end_ms: 314720\n- text: And let it change up to a dance called The Freak\n  start_ms: 314720\n  end_ms: 317040\n- text: And when ya finally do come in to your rhythmic beat\n  start_ms: 317040\n  end_ms: 319050\n- text: Rest a little while so ya don't get weak\n  start_ms: 319050\n  end_ms: 321310\n- text: I know a man named Hank\n  start_ms: 321310\n  end_ms: 323560\n- text: He has more rhymes than a serious bank\n  start_ms: 323560\n  end_ms: 325780\n- text: So come on, Hank, sing that song\n  start_ms: 325780\n  end_ms: 327630\n- text: To the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong\n  start_ms: 327630\n  end_ms: 329870\n- text: Well, I'm imp the dimp, the ladies pimp\n  start_ms: 329870\n  end_ms: 332150\n- text: The women fight for my delight\n  start_ms: 332150\n  end_ms: 334090\n- text: But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\n  start_ms: 334090\n  end_ms: 336120\n- text: That shock the house for the young ladies\n  start_ms: 336120\n  end_ms: 338360\n- text: And when you come inside into the front\n  start_ms: 338360\n  end_ms: 340580\n- text: You do the freak, spank, and do the bump\n  start_ms: 340580\n  end_ms: 342360\n- text: And when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n  start_ms: 342360\n  end_ms: 344770\n- text: We're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\n  start_ms: 344770\n  end_ms: 347000\n- text: A-from sun-to-sun and from day-to-day\n  start_ms: 347000\n  end_ms: 348880\n- text: I sit down and write a brand new rhyme\n  start_ms: 348880\n  end_ms: 351430\n- text: Because they say that miracles never cease\n  start_ms: 351430\n  end_ms: 353310\n- text: I've created a devastating masterpiece\n  start_ms: 353310\n  end_ms: 355670\n- text: I'm gonna rock the mic till you can't resist\n  start_ms: 355670\n  end_ms: 357850\n- text: 'Everybody, I say, it goes like this:'\n  start_ms: 357850\n  end_ms: 360020\n- text: Well, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\n  start_ms: 360020\n  end_ms: 362300\n- text: A reporter stopped me for a interview\n  start_ms: 362300\n  end_ms: 364150\n- text: She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\n  start_ms: 364150\n  end_ms: 364820\n- text: That I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\n  start_ms: 364820\n  end_ms: 368580\n- text: This young reporter, I did adore\n  start_ms: 368580\n  end_ms: 370510\n- text: So I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\n  start_ms: 370510\n  end_ms: 372860\n- text: She said, \"Damn, fly guy, I'm in love with you!\n  start_ms: 372860\n  end_ms: 374790\n- text: The Cassanova legend must have been true!\"\n  start_ms: 374790\n  end_ms: 377100\n- text: I said, \"By the way, baby, what's your name?\"\n  start_ms: 377100\n  end_ms: 379680\n- text: Said, \"I go by the name of Lois Lane\n  start_ms: 379680\n  end_ms: 382100\n- text: And you could be my boyfriend, you surely can\n  start_ms: 382100\n  end_ms: 383840\n- text: Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\"\n  start_ms: 383840\n  end_ms: 386910\n- text: I said, \"He's a fairy, I do suppose\n  start_ms: 386910\n  end_ms: 388020\n- text: Flyin' through the air in pantyhose\n  start_ms: 388020\n  end_ms: 390290\n- text: He may be very sexy or even cute\n  start_ms: 390290\n  end_ms: 392110\n- text: But he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\"\n  start_ms: 392110\n  end_ms: 394560\n- text: I said, \"You need a man who's got finesse\n  start_ms: 394560\n  end_ms: 396460\n- text: And his whole name across his chest\n  start_ms: 396460\n  end_ms: 398850\n- text: He may be able to fly all through the night\n  start_ms: 398850\n  end_ms: 400960\n- text: But can he rock a party till the early light?\n  start_ms: 400960\n  end_ms: 403290\n- text: He can't satisfy you with his little worm\n  start_ms: 403290\n  end_ms: 405520\n- text: But I can bust you out with my super sperm!\"\n  start_ms: 405520\n  end_ms: 407320\n- text: I gon' do it, I gon' do it\n  start_ms: 407320\n  end_ms: 408940\n- text: I gon' do it, do it, do it\n  start_ms: 408940\n  end_ms: 409880\n- text: And I'm here, and I'm there\n  start_ms: 409880\n  end_ms: 413730\n- text: I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\n  start_ms: 413730\n  end_ms: 415900\n- text: Just throw your hands up in the air\n  start_ms: 415900\n  end_ms: 418130\n- text: And party hardy like you just don't care\n  start_ms: 418130\n  end_ms: 420630\n- text: Let's do it, don't stop y'all\n  start_ms: 420630\n  end_ms: 422480\n- text: A-tick a-tock, y'all, you don't stop!\n  start_ms: 422480\n  end_ms: 424370\n- text: Go hotel, motel, what you gonna do today? [(Say what?)]\n  start_ms: 424370\n  end_ms: 427260\n- text: I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spank, drive off in a def OJ\n  start_ms: 427260\n  end_ms: 432700\n- text: Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  start_ms: 432700\n  end_ms: 435840\n- text: You say, if your girl starts actin' up then you take her friend\n  start_ms: 435840\n  end_ms: 441670\n- text: I say skip, dive, what can I say?\n  start_ms: 441670\n  end_ms: 444260\n- text: I can't fit em all inside my OJ\n  start_ms: 444260\n  end_ms: 446460\n- text: So I just take half and bust them out\n  start_ms: 446460\n  end_ms: 449630\n- text: I give the rest to Master Gee so he could shock the house\n  start_ms: 449630\n  end_ms: 450950\n- text: It was twelve o'clock one Friday night\n  start_ms: 450950\n  end_ms: 452650\n- text: I was rockin' to the beat and feelin' all right\n  start_ms: 452650\n  end_ms: 455110\n- text: Everybody was dancin' on the floor\n  start_ms: 455110\n  end_ms: 457060\n- text: Doin' all the things they never did before\n  start_ms: 457060\n  end_ms: 459280\n- text: And then this fly, fly girl with a sexy lean\n  start_ms: 459280\n  end_ms: 461520\n- text: She came into the bar, she came into the scene\n  start_ms: 461520\n  end_ms: 463480\n- text: As she traveled deeper inside the room\n  start_ms: 463480\n  end_ms: 465750\n- text: All the fellas checked out her white sasoons\n  start_ms: 465750\n  end_ms: 467910\n- text: She came up to the table, looked into my eyes\n  start_ms: 467910\n  end_ms: 470230\n- text: Then she turned around and shook her behind\n  start_ms: 470230\n  end_ms: 472420\n- text: So I said to myself, \"It's time for me to release\n  start_ms: 472420\n  end_ms: 474570\n- text: My vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece\"\n  start_ms: 474570\n  end_ms: 476490\n- text: And now, people in the house, this is just for you\n  start_ms: 476490\n  end_ms: 478700\n- text: A little rap to make you boogaloo\n  start_ms: 478700\n  end_ms: 480690\n- text: Now the group ya hear is called phase two\n  start_ms: 480690\n  end_ms: 482920\n- text: And let me tell ya somethin', we're a helluva crew\n  start_ms: 482920\n  end_ms: 485330\n- text: Once a week we're on the street\n  start_ms: 485330\n  end_ms: 487590\n- text: Just a-cuttin' the jams and making it free\n  start_ms: 487590\n  end_ms: 489360\n- text: For you to party, ya got to have the moves\n  start_ms: 489360\n  end_ms: 491640\n- text: So we'll get right down and give you a groove\n  start_ms: 491640\n  end_ms: 493910\n- text: For you to dance, you gotta get hype\n  start_ms: 493910\n  end_ms: 496200\n- text: So we'll get right down and make you rock\n  start_ms: 496200\n  end_ms: 498430\n- text: Now the system's on and the girls are there\n  start_ms: 498430\n  end_ms: 500490\n- text: Ya definitely have a rockin affair\n  start_ms: 500490\n  end_ms: 502650\n- text: 'But let me tell ya somethin'', there''s still one fact:'\n  start_ms: 502650\n  end_ms: 504830\n- text: That to have a party, ya got to have a rap\n  start_ms: 504830\n  end_ms: 506910\n- text: So when the party's over, you're makin' it home\n  start_ms: 506910\n  end_ms: 508820\n- text: And tryin' to sleep before the break of dawn\n  start_ms: 508820\n  end_ms: 511100\n- text: And while ya sleepin', ya start to dream\n  start_ms: 511100\n  end_ms: 513480\n- text: And thinkin' how ya danced on the disco scene\n  start_ms: 513480\n  end_ms: 515650\n- text: My name appears in your mind\n  start_ms: 515650\n  end_ms: 517740\n- text: Yeah, a name you know that was right on time\n  start_ms: 517740\n  end_ms: 519620\n- text: It was phase two, just a-doin' a do\n  start_ms: 519620\n  end_ms: 521960\n- text: Rockin' ya down 'cause ya know we could\n  start_ms: 521960\n  end_ms: 524100\n- text: To the rhythm of the beat that makes ya freak\n  start_ms: 524100\n  end_ms: 526080\n- text: Come alive, girls, get on your feet\n  start_ms: 526080\n  end_ms: 528270\n- text: To the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat\n  start_ms: 528270\n  end_ms: 530780\n- text: To the double beat beat that it makes ya freak\n  start_ms: 530780\n  end_ms: 532640\n- text: To the rhythm of the beat that says ya go on\n  start_ms: 532640\n  end_ms: 534980\n- text: On n on into the break of dawn\n  start_ms: 534980\n  end_ms: 537230\n- text: Now I got a man comin' on right now\n  start_ms: 537230\n  end_ms: 539450\n- text: He's guaranteed to throw down\n  start_ms: 539450\n  end_ms: 541660\n- text: He goes by the name of Wonder Mike\n  start_ms: 541660\n  end_ms: 543720\n- text: Come on, Wonder Mike, do what ya like\n  start_ms: 543720\n  end_ms: 545560\n- text: Like a can of beer that's sweeter than honey\n  start_ms: 545560\n  end_ms: 548050\n- text: Like a millionaire that has no money\n  start_ms: 548050\n  end_ms: 550230\n- text: Like a rainy day that is not wet\n  start_ms: 550230\n  end_ms: 552190\n- text: Like a gamblin' fiend that does not bet\n  start_ms: 552190\n  end_ms: 554350\n- text: Like Dracula without his fangs\n  start_ms: 554350\n  end_ms: 556590\n- text: Like the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang\n  start_ms: 556590\n  end_ms: 558820\n- text: Like collard greens that don't taste good\n  start_ms: 558820\n  end_ms: 560740\n- text: Like a tree that's not made out of wood\n  start_ms: 560740\n  end_ms: 562780\n- text: Like goin' up and not comin' down\n  start_ms: 562780\n  end_ms: 565050\n- text: Is just like the beat without the sound, no sound\n  start_ms: 565050\n  end_ms: 567530\n- text: To the beat beat, ya do The Freak\n  start_ms: 567530\n  end_ms: 567840\n- text: Everybody just rock and dance to the beat\n  start_ms: 567840\n  end_ms: 571780\n- text: Have you ever went over a friends house to eat\n  start_ms: 571780\n  end_ms: 573950\n- text: And the food just ain't no good?\n  start_ms: 573950\n  end_ms: 576150\n- text: I mean the macaroni's soggy, the peas are mushed\n  start_ms: 576150\n  end_ms: 578370\n- text: And the chicken tastes like wood\n  start_ms: 578370\n  end_ms: 580130\n- text: So you try to play it off like you think you can\n  start_ms: 580130\n  end_ms: 582310\n- text: By sayin that you're full\n  start_ms: 582310\n  end_ms: 584520\n- text: And then your friend says, \"Momma, he's just being polite\n  start_ms: 584520\n  end_ms: 586750\n- text: He ain't finished, uh uh, that's bull!\"\n  start_ms: 586750\n  end_ms: 588370\n- text: So your heart starts pumpin', and you think of a lie\n  start_ms: 588370\n  end_ms: 591120\n- text: And you say that you already ate\n  start_ms: 591120\n  end_ms: 593230\n- text: And your friend says, \"Man, there's plenty of food!\"\n  start_ms: 593230\n  end_ms: 595230\n- text: So you pile some more on your plate\n  start_ms: 595230\n  end_ms: 597410\n- text: While the stinky foods steamin' your mind starts to dreamin'\n  start_ms: 597410\n  end_ms: 599970\n- text: Of the moment that it's time to leave\n  start_ms: 599970\n  end_ms: 601520\n- text: And then you look at your plate and your chickens slowly rottin'\n  start_ms: 601520\n  end_ms: 604140\n- text: Into something that looks like cheese\n  start_ms: 604140\n  end_ms: 606130\n- text: Oh so, you say, \"That's it, I got to leave this place\n  start_ms: 606130\n  end_ms: 608480\n- text: I don't care what these people think\n  start_ms: 608480\n  end_ms: 610060\n- text: I'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous\n  start_ms: 610060\n  end_ms: 612600\n- text: With this ugly food that stinks!\"\n  start_ms: 612600\n  end_ms: 614540\n- text: So you bust out the door while it's still closed\n  start_ms: 614540\n  end_ms: 617100\n- text: Still sick from the food you ate\n  start_ms: 617100\n  end_ms: 618670\n- text: And then you run to the store for quick relief\n  start_ms: 618670\n  end_ms: 621090\n- text: From a bottle of Kaopectate\n  start_ms: 621090\n  end_ms: 623190\n- text: And then you call your friend two weeks later\n  start_ms: 623190\n  end_ms: 625310\n- text: To see how he has been\n  start_ms: 625310\n  end_ms: 627840\n- text: And he says, \"I understand about the food, baby bubbah\n  start_ms: 627840\n  end_ms: 630570\n- text: But we're still friends\"\n  start_ms: 630570\n  end_ms: 631860\n- text: With a hip hop, the hippie to the hippie\n  start_ms: 631860\n  end_ms: 634160\n- text: The hip hip-a hop-a you don't stop the rockin'\n  start_ms: 634160\n  end_ms: 636420\n- text: To the bang bang boogie say up jump the boogie\n  start_ms: 636420\n  end_ms: 637950\n- text: To the rhythm of the boogie the beat\n  start_ms: 637950\n  end_ms: 640020\n- text: I say, Hank, can ya rock?\n  start_ms: 640020\n  end_ms: 642180\n- text: Can ya rock to the rhythm that just don't stop?\n  start_ms: 642180\n  end_ms: 644910\n- text: Can ya hip me to the shoobie doo?\n  start_ms: 644910\n  end_ms: 647150\n- text: I said, come on make the, make the people move\n  start_ms: 647150\n  end_ms: 649180\n- text: I go to the halls and then ring the bell\n  start_ms: 649180\n  end_ms: 651130\n- text: Because I am the man with the clientele\n  start_ms: 651130\n  end_ms: 653390\n- text: And if ya ask me why I rock so well\n  start_ms: 653390\n  end_ms: 655650\n- text: A big bang, I got clientele\n  start_ms: 655650\n  end_ms: 657560\n- text: And from the time I was only six years old\n  start_ms: 657560\n  end_ms: 659720\n- text: I never forgot what I was told\n  start_ms: 659720\n  end_ms: 661990\n- text: It was the best advice that I ever had\n  start_ms: 661990\n  end_ms: 663980\n- text: It came from my wise dear old dad\n  start_ms: 663980\n  end_ms: 666490\n- text: He said, \"Sit down, punk, I wanna talk to you\n  start_ms: 666490\n  end_ms: 668010\n- text: And don't say a word until I'm through\n  start_ms: 668010\n  end_ms: 670500\n- text: Now, there's a time to laugh, a time to cry\n  start_ms: 670500\n  end_ms: 672730\n- text: A time to live and a time to die\n  start_ms: 672730\n  end_ms: 674790\n- text: A time to break and a time to chill\n  start_ms: 674790\n  end_ms: 677060\n- text: To act civilized or act real ill\n  start_ms: 677060\n  end_ms: 677420\n- text: But whatever ya do in your lifetime\n  start_ms: 677420\n  end_ms: 679640\n- text: Y'never let a MC steal your rhyme!\"\n  start_ms: 679640\n  end_ms: 683550\n- text: So from sixty-six to this very day\n  start_ms: 683550\n  end_ms: 685500\n- text: I'll always remember what he had to say\n  start_ms: 685500\n  end_ms: 687920\n- text: So when the sucker MCs try to chump my style\n  start_ms: 687920\n  end_ms: 689840\n- text: I let them know that I'm versatile\n  start_ms: 689840\n  end_ms: 692100\n- text: I got style, finesse and a little black book\n  start_ms: 692100\n  end_ms: 694340\n- text: That's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look\n  start_ms: 694340\n  end_ms: 696530\n- text: But there's a thing that separates you from me\n  start_ms: 696530\n  end_ms: 698480\n- text: And that is called originality\n  start_ms: 698480\n  end_ms: 700610\n- text: Because my rhymes are on from what you heard\n  start_ms: 700610\n  end_ms: 702930\n- text: I didn't even bite and not a Goddamn word\n  start_ms: 702930\n  end_ms: 705120\n- text: And I say a little more later on tonight\n  start_ms: 705120\n  end_ms: 707130\n- text: So the sucker MCs can bite all night\n  start_ms: 707130\n  end_ms: 709420\n- text: A-tick a-tock y'all, a-beat beat y'all\n  start_ms: 709420\n  end_ms: 711750\n- text: A-let's rock y'all, ya don't stop\n  start_ms: 711750\n  end_ms: 713680\n- text: Ya go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? [(Say what?)]\n  start_ms: 713680\n  end_ms: 717810\n- text: Ya say I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'\n  start_ms: 717810\n  end_ms: 720180\n- text: Drive off in a def OJ\n  start_ms: 720180\n  end_ms: 722280\n- text: Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  start_ms: 722280\n  end_ms: 726260\n- text: Ya say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friends\n  start_ms: 726260\n  end_ms: 730640\n- text: A-like that y'all, to the beat y'all\n  start_ms: 730640\n  end_ms: 733290\n- text: Beat beat ya'll, ya don't stop\n  start_ms: 733290\n  end_ms: 735240\n- text: A-Master Gee, am I mellow?\n  start_ms: 735240\n  end_ms: 737110\n- text: It's on you, so whatcha gonna do?\n  start_ms: 737110\n  end_ms: 739700\n- text: Well, like Johnny Carson on The Late Show\n  start_ms: 739700\n  end_ms: 741550\n- text: A-like Frankie Crocker in stereo\n  start_ms: 741550\n  end_ms: 743720\n- text: Well, like The Bar-Kay's singin' Holy Ghost\n  start_ms: 743720\n  end_ms: 746030\n- text: The sounds to throw down, they're played the most\n  start_ms: 746030\n  end_ms: 748350\n- text: It's like my man, Captain Sky\n  start_ms: 748350\n  end_ms: 750580\n- text: Whose name he earned with his super sperm\n  start_ms: 750580\n  end_ms: 752440\n- text: We rock and we don't stop\n  start_ms: 752440\n  end_ms: 754990\n- text: Get off, y'all, I'm here to give you whatcha got\n  start_ms: 754990\n  end_ms: 757150\n- text: To the beat that it makes you freak\n  start_ms: 757150\n  end_ms: 759140\n- text: And come alive, girl, get on your feet\n  start_ms: 759140\n  end_ms: 761490\n- text: A-like a Perry Mason without a case\n  start_ms: 761490\n  end_ms: 763690\n- text: Like Farrah Fawcett without her face\n  start_ms: 763690\n  end_ms: 766150\n- text: Like The Bar-Kays on the mic\n  start_ms: 766150\n  end_ms: 768040\n- text: Like gettin' right down for you tonight\n  start_ms: 768040\n  end_ms: 769810\n- text: Like movin' your body so ya don't know how\n  start_ms: 769810\n  end_ms: 772040\n- text: Right to the rhythm and throw down\n  start_ms: 772040\n  end_ms: 774470\n- text: Like comin' alive to the Master Gee\n  start_ms: 774470\n  end_ms: 776650\n- text: The brother who rocks so viciously\n  start_ms: 776650\n  end_ms: 778860\n- text: I said, the age of one, my life begun\n  start_ms: 778860\n  end_ms: 780710\n- text: At the age of two, I was doin the' do\n  start_ms: 780710\n  end_ms: 783060\n- text: At the age of three, it was you and me\n  start_ms: 783060\n  end_ms: 784900\n- text: Rockin' to the sounds of the Master Gee\n  start_ms: 784900\n  end_ms: 787490\n- text: At the age of four, I was on the floor\n  start_ms: 787490\n  end_ms: 789660\n- text: Givin' all the freaks what they bargained for\n  start_ms: 789660\n  end_ms: 792090\n- text: At the age of five, I didn't take no jive\n  start_ms: 792090\n  end_ms: 794270\n- text: With the Master Gee, it's all the way live\n  start_ms: 794270\n  end_ms: 796330\n- text: At the age of six, I was a-pickin' up sticks\n  start_ms: 796330\n  end_ms: 799320\n- text: Rappin' to the beat, my stick was fixed\n  start_ms: 799320\n  end_ms: 801770\n- text: At the age of seven, I was rockin' in heaven\n  start_ms: 801770\n  end_ms: 803060\n- text: Dontcha know I went off?\n  start_ms: 803060\n  end_ms: 805240\n- text: I got right on down to the beat, you see\n  start_ms: 805240\n  end_ms: 807170\n- text: Gettin' right on down, makin' all the girls\n  start_ms: 807170\n  end_ms: 809210\n- text: Just take of their clothes to the beat the beat\n  start_ms: 809210\n  end_ms: 811270\n- text: To the double beat beat that makes you freak\n  start_ms: 811270\n  end_ms: 813680\n- text: At the age of eight, I was really great\n  start_ms: 813680\n  end_ms: 815860\n- text: '''Cause every night, you see I had a date'\n  start_ms: 815860\n  end_ms: 818260\n- text: At the age of nine, I was right on time\n  start_ms: 818260\n  end_ms: 820730\n- text: '''Cause every night, I had a party rhyme'\n  start_ms: 820730\n  end_ms: 822640\n- text: Goin' on n n on n on on n on\n  start_ms: 822640\n  end_ms: 824810\n- text: The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  start_ms: 824810\n  end_ms: 826880\n- text: A-sayin' on n n on n on on n on...\n  start_ms: 826880\n  end_ms: 828840\n- text: Like a hot buttered de pop de pop de pop\n  start_ms: 828840\n  end_ms: 831400\n- text: A-saying on n n on n on on n on\n  start_ms: 831400\n  end_ms: 833230\n- text: I say you don't stop, gimme what ya got\n  start_ms: 833230\n  end_ms: 834880\n- text: '''Cause I''m a helluva man when I''m on the mic'\n  start_ms: 834880\n  end_ms: 835610\n- text: I am the definite feast delight\n  start_ms: 835610\n  end_ms: 839760\n- text: '''Cause I''m a helluva man when i''m on the miC'\n  start_ms: 839760\n  end_ms: 842150\n- text: I am the definite feast delight\n  start_ms: 842150\n  end_ms: 844470\n- text: Come to the Master Gee, you see\n  start_ms: 844470\n  end_ms: 846620\n- text: The brother who rocks so viciously\n  start_ms: 846620\n  end_ms: 848960\nplain: |-\n  I said-a hip, hop, the hippie, the hippie\n  To the hip hip hop-a you don't stop the rock\n  It to the bang-bang boogie, say up jump the boogie\n  To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\n  Now what you hear is not a test: I'm rappin' to the beat\n  And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet\n  See, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\n  To the black, to the white, the red\n  And the brown, the purple and yellow\n  But first I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\n  Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\n  Let's rock, you don't stop\n  Rock the riddle that will make your body rock\n  Well, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\n  And next on the mike is my man Hank, come on\n  Hank, sing that song\n  Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN, the O-V-A and the rest is F-L-Y\n  You see, I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\n  And these reasons I'll tell you why\n  You see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun and I dress to a D\n  You see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali and I dress so viciously\n  I got bodyguards, I got two big cars, that definitely ain't the whack\n  I got a Lincoln continental and a sunroof Cadillac\n  So after school, I take a dip in the pool,\n  Which is really on the wall\n  I got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\n  Hear me talking 'bout checkbooks, credit cards,\n  More money than a sucker could ever spend\n  But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the\n  Rucker, not a dime 'til I made it again\n  Everybody go: Hotel, motel\n  Whatcha gonna do today (Say what?)\n  'Cause I'ma get a fly girl\n  Gonna get some spank and drive off in a def OJ\n  Everybody go: Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  You see, if your girl starts acting up, then you take her friend\n  Uh Master Gee, my mellow?\n  It's on you so what you gonna do?\n  Well it's on and on and on, on and on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  I said a M-A-S, a T-E-R, a G with a double E\n  I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man\n  They call the Master Gee\n  Well, my name is known all over the world\n  By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\n  I'm going down in history\n  As the baddest rapper there ever could be\n  Now I'm feeling the highs and you're feeling the lows\n  The beat starts getting into your toes\n  You start popping your fingers and stomping your feet\n  And moving your body while you're sitting in your seat\n  And then damn, you start doing the freak\n  I said damn, right outta your seat\n  Then you throw your hands high in the air\n  You're rocking to the rhythm, shake your derriere\n  Ya rockin' to the beat without a care\n  With the sureshot MCs for the affair\n  Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\n  But I rap to the beat just the same\n  I got a little face, and a pair of brown eyes\n  All I'm here to do, ladies, is hypnotize\n  Singing on an' an' on an' on, on an' on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  Singing on an' an' on an' on, on an' on\n  Like a hot party the pop the pop the pop dibbie dibbie\n  Pop the pop, pop, you don't dare stop\n  Come alive y'all, gimme whatcha got\n  I guess by now you can take a hunch\n  And find that I am the baby of the bunch\n  But that's okay, I still keep in stride\n  'Cos all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\n  Singin' on'n'n'on'n'on n'on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  Singin' on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on\n  Rock rock, y'all, throw it on the floor\n  I'm gonna freak ya here I'm gonna freak you there\n  I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n  'Cos I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\n  I'll put TNT tickin' in your behind\n  I said one, two, three, four, come on, girls, get on the floor\n  A-come alive, y'all, a-gimme whatcha got\n  'Cos I'm guaranteed to make you rock\n  I said one, two, three, four, tell me, Wonder Mike\n  What are you waiting for?\n  I said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n  To the hip hip hop and you don't stop\n  The rock it to the bang bang the boogie\n  Say up jump the boogie, dig the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\n  Skiddlee beebop a we rock a scooby doo\n  And guess what, America: we love you\n  'Cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\n  You could rock 'til you're a hundred and one years old\n  I don't mean to brag I don't mean to boast\n  But we like hot butter on a breakfast toast\n  Rock it up, uh, baby bubbah\n  Baby bubbah to the boogie the bang bang the boogie\n  To the beat beat, it's so unique\n  Come on, everybody, and dance to the beat\n  A hip hop the hippie the hippie\n  To the hip hip hop and you don't stop\n  The rock it out baby boppa to the boogity bang bang\n  Boogie to the boogie, the beat\n  I said I can't wait 'til the end of the week\n  When I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\n  An attempt to raise your body heat\n  Just blow your mind so that you can't speak\n  To do a thing but a rock and shuffle your feet\n  And let it change up to a dance called the freak\n  And when ya finally do come into your rhythmic beat\n  Rest a little while so ya don't get weak\n  I know a man named Hank\n  He has more rhymes than a serious bank\n  So come on Hank, uh, sing that song\n  To the rhythm of the boogie the bang bang the bong\n  Well, I'm imp the dimp, the ladies pimp\n  The women fight for my delight\n  But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\n  That shock the house for the young ladies\n  And when you come inside, into the front\n  You do the freak, spank, and do the bump\n  And when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n  We're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\n  A-from sun-to-sun and from day-to-day\n  I sit down and write a brand new rhyme\n  Because they say that miracles never cease\n  I've created a devastating masterpiece\n  I'm gonna rock the mike 'til you can't resist\n  Everybody, I say, it goes like this\n  Well, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\n  A reporter stopped me for a interview\n  She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\n  That I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\n  This young reporter, I did adore\n  So I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\n  She said, \"Damn, fly guy, I'm in love with you!\n  The Casanova legend must have been true!\"\n  I said, \"By the way, baby, what's your name?\"\n  Said, \"I go by the name Lois Lane\n  And you could be my boyfriend, you surely can\n  Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\"\n  I said, \"He's a fairy, I do suppose\n  Flyin' through the air in pantyhose\n  He may be very sexy or even cute\n  But he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\"\n  I said, \"You need a man who's got finesse\n  And his whole name across his chest\n  He may be able to fly all through the night\n  But can he rock a party 'til the early light?\n  He can't satisfy you with his little worm\n  But I can bust you out with my super sperm!\"\n  I gon' do it, I gon' do it, I gon' do it, do it, do it\n\n  And I'm here, and I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\n  Just throw your hands up in the air\n  And party hardy like you just don't care\n  Let's do it, don't stop y'all\n  A-tick a-tock, y'all, you don't stop!\n  Go hotel, motel\n"},{"id":18130683,"name":"Rapper's Delight (Hip-Hop Remix Long Version)","trackName":"Rapper's Delight (Hip-Hop Remix Long Version)","artistName":"Sugarhill Gang","albumName":"Rapper's Delight: The Best Of Sugarhill Gang","duration":877.087347,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I said-a hip, hop, the hippie, the hippie\nTo the hip hip hop-a you don't stop the rock\nIt to the bang-bang boogie, say up jump the boogie\nTo the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\n\nNow what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin' to the beat\nAnd me, the groove and my friends are gonna try to move your feet\nSee I am Wonder Mike and I'd like to say hello\nTo the black, to the white, the red and the brown, the purple and yellow\n\nBut first I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\nSay up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\nLet's rock, you don't stop\nRock the riddle that will make your body rock\n\nWell, so far youve heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\nAnd next on the mic is my man Hank: come on, Hank, sing that song\n\nCheck it out: I'm the C-a-s-an-the-o-v-a, and the rest is f-l-y\nY'see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix and these reasons, I'll tell ya why:\nY'see I'm six-foot-one and I'm tons of fun, and I dress to a T\nY'see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali and I dress so viciously\nI got bodyguards, I got two big cars that definitely ain't the wack\nI got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac\n\nSo after school, I take a dip in the pool which is really on the wall\nI got a color TV, so I can see the Knicks play basketball\nHear me talkin' 'bout checkbooks, credit cards, more money than a sucker could ever spend\nBut I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the rucker, not a dime till I made it again\n\nY'go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? [(Say what?)]\nY'say I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin', drive off in a def OJ\nEverybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\nSay if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\n\nMaster Gee, am I mellow?\nIt's on you, so what you gonna do?\n\nWell, it's on n on n on on n on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nI said m-a-s, t-e-r, a g with a double e\nI said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Master Gee\n\nWell, my name is known all over the world\nBy all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\nI'm goin down in history\nAs the baddest rapper there ever could be\n\nNow I'm feelin' the highs and ya feelin' the lows\nThe beat starts gettin' into your toes\nYa start poppin' ya fingers and stompin' your feet\nAnd movin' your body while you're sittin' in your seat\n\nAnd then, damn, ya start doin' the Freak\nI said damn, right outta your seat\nThen ya throw your hands high in the air\nYa rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere\nYa rockin' to the beat without a care\nWith the sure shot MCs for the affair\n\nNow, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\nBut I rap to the beat just the same\nI got a little face and a pair of brown eyes\nAll I'm here to do, ladies, is hypnotize\n\nSingin' on n n on n on n on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nSingin' on n n on n on on n on\nLike a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie\nPop da pop pop, ya don't dare stop\nCome alive, y'all, gimme what ya got\n\nI guess by now, you can take a hunch\nAnd find that I am the baby of the bunch\nBut that's okay I still keep in stride\n'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\n\nSingin' on n n on n on n on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nSingin' on n n on n on on n on\nRock rock, y'all, throw it on the floor\n\nI'm gonna freak ya here, I'm gonna feak ya there\nI'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n'Cause I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\nI'll put t-t-tickets in your behind\n\nI said 1-2-3-4, come on girls, get on the floor\nA-come alive, y'all, a-gimme what ya got\n'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock\nI said 1-2-3-4, tell me Wonder Mike, what are you waitin' for?\n\nI said-a hip hop, the hippie to the hippie\nThe hip hip hop-a you don't stop the rock\nIt to the bang bang boogie, say up jump the boogie\nTo the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\n\nSkiddlee beebop-a we rock a scoobie doo\nAnd guess what, America, we love you\n'Cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\nYou could rock till you're a hundred and one years old\nI don't mean to brag, I don't mean to boast\nBut we like hot butter on our breakfast toast\n\nRock it up, baby bubbah\nBaby bubbah to the boogie, da bang bang da boogie\nTo the beat beat, it's so unique\nCome on, everybody and dance to the beat\n\nI said-a hip hop, the hippie the hippie\nTo the hip hip hop-a you dont stop\nRock it out, baby bubbah, to the boogie da bang bang\nThe boogie to the boogie da beat\n\nI said I can't wait till the end of the week\nWhen I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\nAnd attempt to raise your body heat\nJust blow your mind so that you can't speak\n\nAnd do a thing but a rock and shuffle your feet\nAnd let it change up to a dance called The Freak\nAnd when ya finally do come in to your rhythmic beat\nRest a little while so ya don't get weak\n\nI know a man named Hank\nHe has more rhymes than a serious bank\nSo come on, Hank, sing that song\nTo the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong\n\nWell, I'm imp the dimp, the ladies pimp\nThe women fight for my delight\nBut I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\nThat shock the house for the young ladies\n\nAnd when you come inside into the front\nYou do the freak, spank, and do the bump\nAnd when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\nWe're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\n\nA-from sun-to-sun and from day-to-day\nI sit down and write a brand new rhyme\nBecause they say that miracles never cease\nI've created a devastating masterpiece\nI'm gonna rock the mic till you can't resist\nEverybody, I say, it goes like this:\n\nWell, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\nA reporter stopped me for a interview\nShe said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\nThat I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\n\nThis young reporter, I did adore\nSo I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\nShe said, \"Damn, fly guy, I'm in love with you!\nThe Cassanova legend must have been true!\"\nI said, \"By the way, baby, what's your name?\"\nSaid, \"I go by the name of Lois Lane\n\nAnd you could be my boyfriend, you surely can\nJust let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\"\nI said, \"He's a fairy, I do suppose\nFlyin' through the air in pantyhose\n\nHe may be very sexy or even cute\nBut he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\"\nI said, \"You need a man who's got finesse\nAnd his whole name across his chest\n\nHe may be able to fly all through the night\nBut can he rock a party till the early light?\nHe can't satisfy you with his little worm\nBut I can bust you out with my super sperm!\"\n\nI gon' do it, I gon' do it\nI gon' do it, do it, do it\nAnd I'm here, and I'm there\nI'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\n\nJust throw your hands up in the air\nAnd party hardy like you just don't care\nLet's do it, don't stop y'all\nA-tick a-tock, y'all, you don't stop!\n\nGo hotel, motel, what you gonna do today? [(Say what?)]\nI'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spank, drive off in a def OJ\nEverybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\nYou say, if your girl starts actin' up then you take her friend\n\nI say skip, dive, what can I say?\nI can't fit em all inside my OJ\nSo I just take half and bust them out\nI give the rest to Master Gee so he could shock the house\n\nIt was twelve o'clock one Friday night\nI was rockin' to the beat and feelin' all right\nEverybody was dancin' on the floor\nDoin' all the things they never did before\n\nAnd then this fly, fly girl with a sexy lean\nShe came into the bar, she came into the scene\nAs she traveled deeper inside the room\nAll the fellas checked out her white sasoons\n\nShe came up to the table, looked into my eyes\nThen she turned around and shook her behind\nSo I said to myself, \"It's time for me to release\nMy vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece\"\n\nAnd now, people in the house, this is just for you\nA little rap to make you boogaloo\nNow the group ya hear is called phase two\nAnd let me tell ya somethin', we're a helluva crew\n\nOnce a week we're on the street\nJust a-cuttin' the jams and making it free\nFor you to party, ya got to have the moves\nSo we'll get right down and give you a groove\n\nFor you to dance, you gotta get hype\nSo we'll get right down and make you rock\nNow the system's on and the girls are there\nYa definitely have a rockin affair\n\nBut let me tell ya somethin', there's still one fact:\nThat to have a party, ya got to have a rap\nSo when the party's over, you're makin' it home\nAnd tryin' to sleep before the break of dawn\n\nAnd while ya sleepin', ya start to dream\nAnd thinkin' how ya danced on the disco scene\nMy name appears in your mind\nYeah, a name you know that was right on time\n\nIt was phase two, just a-doin' a do\nRockin' ya down 'cause ya know we could\nTo the rhythm of the beat that makes ya freak\nCome alive, girls, get on your feet\n\nTo the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat\nTo the double beat beat that it makes ya freak\nTo the rhythm of the beat that says ya go on\nOn n on into the break of dawn\n\nNow I got a man comin' on right now\nHe's guaranteed to throw down\nHe goes by the name of Wonder Mike\nCome on, Wonder Mike, do what ya like\n\nLike a can of beer that's sweeter than honey\nLike a millionaire that has no money\nLike a rainy day that is not wet\nLike a gamblin' fiend that does not bet\n\nLike Dracula without his fangs\nLike the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang\nLike collard greens that don't taste good\nLike a tree that's not made out of wood\n\nLike goin' up and not comin' down\nIs just like the beat without the sound, no sound\nTo the beat beat, ya do The Freak\nEverybody just rock and dance to the beat\n\nHave you ever went over a friends house to eat\nAnd the food just ain't no good?\nI mean the macaroni's soggy, the peas are mushed\nAnd the chicken tastes like wood\n\nSo you try to play it off like you think you can\nBy sayin that you're full\nAnd then your friend says, \"Momma, he's just being polite\nHe ain't finished, uh uh, that's bull!\"\n\nSo your heart starts pumpin', and you think of a lie\nAnd you say that you already ate\nAnd your friend says, \"Man, there's plenty of food!\"\nSo you pile some more on your plate\n\nWhile the stinky foods steamin' your mind starts to dreamin'\nOf the moment that it's time to leave\nAnd then you look at your plate and your chickens slowly rottin'\nInto something that looks like cheese\n\nOh so, you say, \"That's it, I got to leave this place\nI don't care what these people think\nI'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous\nWith this ugly food that stinks!\"\n\nSo you bust out the door while it's still closed\nStill sick from the food you ate\nAnd then you run to the store for quick relief\nFrom a bottle of Kaopectate\n\nAnd then you call your friend two weeks later\nTo see how he has been\nAnd he says, \"I understand about the food, baby bubbah\nBut we're still friends\"\n\nWith a hip hop, the hippie to the hippie\nThe hip hip-a hop-a you don't stop the rockin'\nTo the bang bang boogie say up jump the boogie\nTo the rhythm of the boogie the beat\n\nI say, Hank, can ya rock?\nCan ya rock to the rhythm that just don't stop?\nCan ya hip me to the shoobie doo?\nI said, come on make the, make the people move\n\nI go to the halls and then ring the bell\nBecause I am the man with the clientele\nAnd if ya ask me why I rock so well\nA big bang, I got clientele\n\nAnd from the time I was only six years old\nI never forgot what I was told\nIt was the best advice that I ever had\nIt came from my wise dear old dad\n\nHe said, \"Sit down, punk, I wanna talk to you\nAnd don't say a word until I'm through\nNow, there's a time to laugh, a time to cry\nA time to live and a time to die\n\nA time to break and a time to chill\nTo act civilized or act real ill\nBut whatever ya do in your lifetime\nY'never let a MC steal your rhyme!\"\n\nSo from sixty-six to this very day\nI'll always remember what he had to say\nSo when the sucker MCs try to chump my style\nI let them know that I'm versatile\n\nI got style, finesse and a little black book\nThat's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look\nBut there's a thing that separates you from me\nAnd that is called originality\n\nBecause my rhymes are on from what you heard\nI didn't even bite and not a Goddamn word\nAnd I say a little more later on tonight\nSo the sucker MCs can bite all night\n\nA-tick a-tock y'all, a-beat beat y'all\nA-let's rock y'all, ya don't stop\nYa go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? [(Say what?)]\nYa say I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'\nDrive off in a def OJ\nEverybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\nYa say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friends\n\nA-like that y'all, to the beat y'all\nBeat beat ya'll, ya don't stop\nA-Master Gee, am I mellow?\nIt's on you, so whatcha gonna do?\n\nWell, like Johnny Carson on The Late Show\nA-like Frankie Crocker in stereo\nWell, like The Bar-Kay's singin' Holy Ghost\nThe sounds to throw down, they're played the most\n\nIt's like my man, Captain Sky\nWhose name he earned with his super sperm\nWe rock and we don't stop\nGet off, y'all, I'm here to give you whatcha got\nTo the beat that it makes you freak\nAnd come alive, girl, get on your feet\n\nA-like a Perry Mason without a case\nLike Farrah Fawcett without her face\nLike The Bar-Kays on the mic\nLike gettin' right down for you tonight\n\nLike movin' your body so ya don't know how\nRight to the rhythm and throw down\nLike comin' alive to the Master Gee\nThe brother who rocks so viciously\n\nI said, the age of one, my life begun\nAt the age of two, I was doin the' do\nAt the age of three, it was you and me\nRockin' to the sounds of the Master Gee\n\nAt the age of four, I was on the floor\nGivin' all the freaks what they bargained for\nAt the age of five, I didn't take no jive\nWith the Master Gee, it's all the way live\n\nAt the age of six, I was a-pickin' up sticks\nRappin' to the beat, my stick was fixed\nAt the age of seven, I was rockin' in heaven\nDontcha know I went off?\n\nI got right on down to the beat, you see\nGettin' right on down, makin' all the girls\nJust take of their clothes to the beat the beat\nTo the double beat beat that makes you freak\n\nAt the age of eight, I was really great\n'Cause every night, you see I had a date\nAt the age of nine, I was right on time\n'Cause every night, I had a party rhyme\n\nGoin' on n n on n on on n on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nA-sayin' on n n on n on on n on...\nLike a hot buttered de pop de pop de pop\nA-saying on n n on n on on n on\nI say you don't stop, gimme what ya got\n'Cause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mic\nI am the definite feast delight\n'Cause I'm a helluva man when i'm on the miC\nI am the definite feast delight\nCome to the Master Gee, you see\nThe brother who rocks so viciously","syncedLyrics":"[00:35.74] I said-a hip, hop, the hippie, the hippie\n[00:38.48] To the hip hip hop-a you don't stop the rock\n[00:39.87] It to the bang-bang boogie, say up jump the boogie\n[00:41.63] To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\n[00:43.97] Now what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin' to the beat\n[00:48.52] And me, the groove and my friends are gonna try to move your feet\n[00:53.06] See I am Wonder Mike and I'd like to say hello\n[00:56.91] To the black, to the white, the red and the brown, the purple and yellow\n[01:01.47] But first I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\n[01:04.13] Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\n[01:06.06] Let's rock, you don't stop\n[01:08.46] Rock the riddle that will make your body rock\n[01:10.42] Well, so far youve heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\n[01:14.40] And next on the mic is my man Hank: come on, Hank, sing that song\n[01:18.53] Check it out: I'm the C-a-s-an-the-o-v-a, and the rest is f-l-y\n[01:21.53] Y'see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix and these reasons, I'll tell ya why:\n[01:27.18] Y'see I'm six-foot-one and I'm tons of fun, and I dress to a T\n[01:31.53] Y'see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali and I dress so viciously\n[01:36.14] I got bodyguards, I got two big cars that definitely ain't the wack\n[01:40.25] I got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac\n[01:44.64] So after school, I take a dip in the pool which is really on the wall\n[01:48.99] I got a color TV, so I can see the Knicks play basketball\n[01:53.19] Hear me talkin' 'bout checkbooks, credit cards, more money than a sucker could ever spend\n[01:57.80] But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the rucker, not a dime till I made it again\n[02:01.96] Y'go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? [(Say what?)]\n[02:06.16] Y'say I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin', drive off in a def OJ\n[02:10.74] Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n[02:13.45] Say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\n[02:17.65] Master Gee, am I mellow?\n[02:21.13] It's on you, so what you gonna do?\n[02:23.78] Well, it's on n on n on on n on\n[02:26.38] The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n[02:27.91] I said m-a-s, t-e-r, a g with a double e\n[02:30.54] I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Master Gee\n[02:36.30] Well, my name is known all over the world\n[02:38.88] By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\n[02:41.06] I'm goin down in history\n[02:43.07] As the baddest rapper there ever could be\n[02:45.68] Now I'm feelin' the highs and ya feelin' the lows\n[02:47.64] The beat starts gettin' into your toes\n[02:49.91] Ya start poppin' ya fingers and stompin' your feet\n[02:52.23] And movin' your body while you're sittin' in your seat\n[02:54.10] And then, damn, ya start doin' the Freak\n[02:56.13] I said damn, right outta your seat\n[02:58.13] Then ya throw your hands high in the air\n[03:00.25] Ya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere\n[03:02.54] Ya rockin' to the beat without a care\n[03:04.81] With the sure shot MCs for the affair\n[03:07.16] Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\n[03:09.09] But I rap to the beat just the same\n[03:10.96] I got a little face and a pair of brown eyes\n[03:13.59] All I'm here to do, ladies, is hypnotize\n[03:15.57] Singin' on n n on n on n on\n[03:17.56] The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n[03:19.89] Singin' on n n on n on on n on\n[03:22.15] Like a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie\n[03:24.32] Pop da pop pop, ya don't dare stop\n[03:26.32] Come alive, y'all, gimme what ya got\n[03:28.59] I guess by now, you can take a hunch\n[03:30.88] And find that I am the baby of the bunch\n[03:33.14] But that's okay I still keep in stride\n[03:35.06] 'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\n[03:37.35] Singin' on n n on n on n on\n[03:39.24] The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n[03:41.41] Singin' on n n on n on on n on\n[03:43.66] Rock rock, y'all, throw it on the floor\n[03:45.91] I'm gonna freak ya here, I'm gonna feak ya there\n[03:47.88] I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n[03:50.14] 'Cause I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\n[03:52.09] I'll put t-t-tickets in your behind\n[03:54.31] I said 1-2-3-4, come on girls, get on the floor\n[03:56.94] A-come alive, y'all, a-gimme what ya got\n[04:00.83] 'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock\n[04:03.01] I said 1-2-3-4, tell me Wonder Mike, what are you waitin' for?\n[04:07.37] I said-a hip hop, the hippie to the hippie\n[04:09.66] The hip hip hop-a you don't stop the rock\n[04:11.95] It to the bang bang boogie, say up jump the boogie\n[04:13.82] To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\n[04:15.77] Skiddlee beebop-a we rock a scoobie doo\n[04:18.42] And guess what, America, we love you\n[04:20.69] 'Cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\n[04:22.54] You could rock till you're a hundred and one years old\n[04:24.62] I don't mean to brag, I don't mean to boast\n[04:26.97] But we like hot butter on our breakfast toast\n[04:28.99] Rock it up, baby bubbah\n[04:31.20] Baby bubbah to the boogie, da bang bang da boogie\n[04:33.51] To the beat beat, it's so unique\n[04:33.82] Come on, everybody and dance to the beat\n[04:56.03] I said-a hip hop, the hippie the hippie\n[04:57.60] To the hip hip hop-a you dont stop\n[04:59.99] Rock it out, baby bubbah, to the boogie da bang bang\n[05:00.57] The boogie to the boogie da beat\n[05:03.76] I said I can't wait till the end of the week\n[05:06.34] When I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\n[05:08.21] And attempt to raise your body heat\n[05:10.27] Just blow your mind so that you can't speak\n[05:12.42] And do a thing but a rock and shuffle your feet\n[05:14.72] And let it change up to a dance called The Freak\n[05:17.04] And when ya finally do come in to your rhythmic beat\n[05:19.05] Rest a little while so ya don't get weak\n[05:21.31] I know a man named Hank\n[05:23.56] He has more rhymes than a serious bank\n[05:25.78] So come on, Hank, sing that song\n[05:27.63] To the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong\n[05:29.87] Well, I'm imp the dimp, the ladies pimp\n[05:32.15] The women fight for my delight\n[05:34.09] But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\n[05:36.12] That shock the house for the young ladies\n[05:38.36] And when you come inside into the front\n[05:40.58] You do the freak, spank, and do the bump\n[05:42.36] And when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n[05:44.77] We're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\n[05:47.00] A-from sun-to-sun and from day-to-day\n[05:48.88] I sit down and write a brand new rhyme\n[05:51.43] Because they say that miracles never cease\n[05:53.31] I've created a devastating masterpiece\n[05:55.67] I'm gonna rock the mic till you can't resist\n[05:57.85] Everybody, I say, it goes like this:\n[06:00.02] Well, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\n[06:02.30] A reporter stopped me for a interview\n[06:04.15] She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\n[06:04.82] That I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\n[06:08.58] This young reporter, I did adore\n[06:10.51] So I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\n[06:12.86] She said, \"Damn, fly guy, I'm in love with you!\n[06:14.79] The Cassanova legend must have been true!\"\n[06:17.10] I said, \"By the way, baby, what's your name?\"\n[06:19.68] Said, \"I go by the name of Lois Lane\n[06:22.10] And you could be my boyfriend, you surely can\n[06:23.84] Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\"\n[06:26.91] I said, \"He's a fairy, I do suppose\n[06:28.02] Flyin' through the air in pantyhose\n[06:30.29] He may be very sexy or even cute\n[06:32.11] But he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\"\n[06:34.56] I said, \"You need a man who's got finesse\n[06:36.46] And his whole name across his chest\n[06:38.85] He may be able to fly all through the night\n[06:40.96] But can he rock a party till the early light?\n[06:43.29] He can't satisfy you with his little worm\n[06:45.52] But I can bust you out with my super sperm!\"\n[06:47.32] I gon' do it, I gon' do it\n[06:48.94] I gon' do it, do it, do it\n[06:49.88] And I'm here, and I'm there\n[06:53.73] I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\n[06:55.90] Just throw your hands up in the air\n[06:58.13] And party hardy like you just don't care\n[07:00.63] Let's do it, don't stop y'all\n[07:02.48] A-tick a-tock, y'all, you don't stop!\n[07:04.37] Go hotel, motel, what you gonna do today? [(Say what?)]\n[07:07.26] I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spank, drive off in a def OJ\n[07:12.70] Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n[07:15.84] You say, if your girl starts actin' up then you take her friend\n[07:21.67] I say skip, dive, what can I say?\n[07:24.26] I can't fit em all inside my OJ\n[07:26.46] So I just take half and bust them out\n[07:29.63] I give the rest to Master Gee so he could shock the house\n[07:30.95] It was twelve o'clock one Friday night\n[07:32.65] I was rockin' to the beat and feelin' all right\n[07:35.11] Everybody was dancin' on the floor\n[07:37.06] Doin' all the things they never did before\n[07:39.28] And then this fly, fly girl with a sexy lean\n[07:41.52] She came into the bar, she came into the scene\n[07:43.48] As she traveled deeper inside the room\n[07:45.75] All the fellas checked out her white sasoons\n[07:47.91] She came up to the table, looked into my eyes\n[07:50.23] Then she turned around and shook her behind\n[07:52.42] So I said to myself, \"It's time for me to release\n[07:54.57] My vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece\"\n[07:56.49] And now, people in the house, this is just for you\n[07:58.70] A little rap to make you boogaloo\n[08:00.69] Now the group ya hear is called phase two\n[08:02.92] And let me tell ya somethin', we're a helluva crew\n[08:05.33] Once a week we're on the street\n[08:07.59] Just a-cuttin' the jams and making it free\n[08:09.36] For you to party, ya got to have the moves\n[08:11.64] So we'll get right down and give you a groove\n[08:13.91] For you to dance, you gotta get hype\n[08:16.20] So we'll get right down and make you rock\n[08:18.43] Now the system's on and the girls are there\n[08:20.49] Ya definitely have a rockin affair\n[08:22.65] But let me tell ya somethin', there's still one fact:\n[08:24.83] That to have a party, ya got to have a rap\n[08:26.91] So when the party's over, you're makin' it home\n[08:28.82] And tryin' to sleep before the break of dawn\n[08:31.10] And while ya sleepin', ya start to dream\n[08:33.48] And thinkin' how ya danced on the disco scene\n[08:35.65] My name appears in your mind\n[08:37.74] Yeah, a name you know that was right on time\n[08:39.62] It was phase two, just a-doin' a do\n[08:41.96] Rockin' ya down 'cause ya know we could\n[08:44.10] To the rhythm of the beat that makes ya freak\n[08:46.08] Come alive, girls, get on your feet\n[08:48.27] To the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat\n[08:50.78] To the double beat beat that it makes ya freak\n[08:52.64] To the rhythm of the beat that says ya go on\n[08:54.98] On n on into the break of dawn\n[08:57.23] Now I got a man comin' on right now\n[08:59.45] He's guaranteed to throw down\n[09:01.66] He goes by the name of Wonder Mike\n[09:03.72] Come on, Wonder Mike, do what ya like\n[09:05.56] Like a can of beer that's sweeter than honey\n[09:08.05] Like a millionaire that has no money\n[09:10.23] Like a rainy day that is not wet\n[09:12.19] Like a gamblin' fiend that does not bet\n[09:14.35] Like Dracula without his fangs\n[09:16.59] Like the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang\n[09:18.82] Like collard greens that don't taste good\n[09:20.74] Like a tree that's not made out of wood\n[09:22.78] Like goin' up and not comin' down\n[09:25.05] Is just like the beat without the sound, no sound\n[09:27.53] To the beat beat, ya do The Freak\n[09:27.84] Everybody just rock and dance to the beat\n[09:31.78] Have you ever went over a friends house to eat\n[09:33.95] And the food just ain't no good?\n[09:36.15] I mean the macaroni's soggy, the peas are mushed\n[09:38.37] And the chicken tastes like wood\n[09:40.13] So you try to play it off like you think you can\n[09:42.31] By sayin that you're full\n[09:44.52] And then your friend says, \"Momma, he's just being polite\n[09:46.75] He ain't finished, uh uh, that's bull!\"\n[09:48.37] So your heart starts pumpin', and you think of a lie\n[09:51.12] And you say that you already ate\n[09:53.23] And your friend says, \"Man, there's plenty of food!\"\n[09:55.23] So you pile some more on your plate\n[09:57.41] While the stinky foods steamin' your mind starts to dreamin'\n[09:59.97] Of the moment that it's time to leave\n[10:01.52] And then you look at your plate and your chickens slowly rottin'\n[10:04.14] Into something that looks like cheese\n[10:06.13] Oh so, you say, \"That's it, I got to leave this place\n[10:08.48] I don't care what these people think\n[10:10.06] I'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous\n[10:12.60] With this ugly food that stinks!\"\n[10:14.54] So you bust out the door while it's still closed\n[10:17.10] Still sick from the food you ate\n[10:18.67] And then you run to the store for quick relief\n[10:21.09] From a bottle of Kaopectate\n[10:23.19] And then you call your friend two weeks later\n[10:25.31] To see how he has been\n[10:27.84] And he says, \"I understand about the food, baby bubbah\n[10:30.57] But we're still friends\"\n[10:31.86] With a hip hop, the hippie to the hippie\n[10:34.16] The hip hip-a hop-a you don't stop the rockin'\n[10:36.42] To the bang bang boogie say up jump the boogie\n[10:37.95] To the rhythm of the boogie the beat\n[10:40.02] I say, Hank, can ya rock?\n[10:42.18] Can ya rock to the rhythm that just don't stop?\n[10:44.91] Can ya hip me to the shoobie doo?\n[10:47.15] I said, come on make the, make the people move\n[10:49.18] I go to the halls and then ring the bell\n[10:51.13] Because I am the man with the clientele\n[10:53.39] And if ya ask me why I rock so well\n[10:55.65] A big bang, I got clientele\n[10:57.56] And from the time I was only six years old\n[10:59.72] I never forgot what I was told\n[11:01.99] It was the best advice that I ever had\n[11:03.98] It came from my wise dear old dad\n[11:06.49] He said, \"Sit down, punk, I wanna talk to you\n[11:08.01] And don't say a word until I'm through\n[11:10.50] Now, there's a time to laugh, a time to cry\n[11:12.73] A time to live and a time to die\n[11:14.79] A time to break and a time to chill\n[11:17.06] To act civilized or act real ill\n[11:17.42] But whatever ya do in your lifetime\n[11:19.64] Y'never let a MC steal your rhyme!\"\n[11:23.55] So from sixty-six to this very day\n[11:25.50] I'll always remember what he had to say\n[11:27.92] So when the sucker MCs try to chump my style\n[11:29.84] I let them know that I'm versatile\n[11:32.10] I got style, finesse and a little black book\n[11:34.34] That's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look\n[11:36.53] But there's a thing that separates you from me\n[11:38.48] And that is called originality\n[11:40.61] Because my rhymes are on from what you heard\n[11:42.93] I didn't even bite and not a Goddamn word\n[11:45.12] And I say a little more later on tonight\n[11:47.13] So the sucker MCs can bite all night\n[11:49.42] A-tick a-tock y'all, a-beat beat y'all\n[11:51.75] A-let's rock y'all, ya don't stop\n[11:53.68] Ya go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? [(Say what?)]\n[11:57.81] Ya say I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'\n[12:00.18] Drive off in a def OJ\n[12:02.28] Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n[12:06.26] Ya say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friends\n[12:10.64] A-like that y'all, to the beat y'all\n[12:13.29] Beat beat ya'll, ya don't stop\n[12:15.24] A-Master Gee, am I mellow?\n[12:17.11] It's on you, so whatcha gonna do?\n[12:19.70] Well, like Johnny Carson on The Late Show\n[12:21.55] A-like Frankie Crocker in stereo\n[12:23.72] Well, like The Bar-Kay's singin' Holy Ghost\n[12:26.03] The sounds to throw down, they're played the most\n[12:28.35] It's like my man, Captain Sky\n[12:30.58] Whose name he earned with his super sperm\n[12:32.44] We rock and we don't stop\n[12:34.99] Get off, y'all, I'm here to give you whatcha got\n[12:37.15] To the beat that it makes you freak\n[12:39.14] And come alive, girl, get on your feet\n[12:41.49] A-like a Perry Mason without a case\n[12:43.69] Like Farrah Fawcett without her face\n[12:46.15] Like The Bar-Kays on the mic\n[12:48.04] Like gettin' right down for you tonight\n[12:49.81] Like movin' your body so ya don't know how\n[12:52.04] Right to the rhythm and throw down\n[12:54.47] Like comin' alive to the Master Gee\n[12:56.65] The brother who rocks so viciously\n[12:58.86] I said, the age of one, my life begun\n[13:00.71] At the age of two, I was doin the' do\n[13:03.06] At the age of three, it was you and me\n[13:04.90] Rockin' to the sounds of the Master Gee\n[13:07.49] At the age of four, I was on the floor\n[13:09.66] Givin' all the freaks what they bargained for\n[13:12.09] At the age of five, I didn't take no jive\n[13:14.27] With the Master Gee, it's all the way live\n[13:16.33] At the age of six, I was a-pickin' up sticks\n[13:19.32] Rappin' to the beat, my stick was fixed\n[13:21.77] At the age of seven, I was rockin' in heaven\n[13:23.06] Dontcha know I went off?\n[13:25.24] I got right on down to the beat, you see\n[13:27.17] Gettin' right on down, makin' all the girls\n[13:29.21] Just take of their clothes to the beat the beat\n[13:31.27] To the double beat beat that makes you freak\n[13:33.68] At the age of eight, I was really great\n[13:35.86] 'Cause every night, you see I had a date\n[13:38.26] At the age of nine, I was right on time\n[13:40.73] 'Cause every night, I had a party rhyme\n[13:42.64] Goin' on n n on n on on n on\n[13:44.81] The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n[13:46.88] A-sayin' on n n on n on on n on...\n[13:48.84] Like a hot buttered de pop de pop de pop\n[13:51.40] A-saying on n n on n on on n on\n[13:53.23] I say you don't stop, gimme what ya got\n[13:54.88] 'Cause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mic\n[13:55.61] I am the definite feast delight\n[13:59.76] 'Cause I'm a helluva man when i'm on the miC\n[14:02.15] I am the definite feast delight\n[14:04.47] Come to the Master Gee, you see\n[14:06.62] The brother who rocks so viciously\n[14:08.96] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rapper's Delight (Hip-Hop Remix Long Version)\n  artist: Sugarhill Gang\n  album: 'Rapper''s Delight: The Best Of Sugarhill Gang'\n  duration_ms: 877087\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I said-a hip, hop, the hippie, the hippie\n  start_ms: 35740\n  end_ms: 38480\n- text: To the hip hip hop-a you don't stop the rock\n  start_ms: 38480\n  end_ms: 39870\n- text: It to the bang-bang boogie, say up jump the boogie\n  start_ms: 39870\n  end_ms: 41630\n- text: To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\n  start_ms: 41630\n  end_ms: 43970\n- text: Now what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin' to the beat\n  start_ms: 43970\n  end_ms: 48520\n- text: And me, the groove and my friends are gonna try to move your feet\n  start_ms: 48520\n  end_ms: 53060\n- text: See I am Wonder Mike and I'd like to say hello\n  start_ms: 53060\n  end_ms: 56910\n- text: To the black, to the white, the red and the brown, the purple and yellow\n  start_ms: 56910\n  end_ms: 61470\n- text: But first I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\n  start_ms: 61470\n  end_ms: 64130\n- text: Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\n  start_ms: 64130\n  end_ms: 66060\n- text: Let's rock, you don't stop\n  start_ms: 66060\n  end_ms: 68460\n- text: Rock the riddle that will make your body rock\n  start_ms: 68460\n  end_ms: 70420\n- text: Well, so far youve heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\n  start_ms: 70420\n  end_ms: 74400\n- text: 'And next on the mic is my man Hank: come on, Hank, sing that song'\n  start_ms: 74400\n  end_ms: 78530\n- text: 'Check it out: I''m the C-a-s-an-the-o-v-a, and the rest is f-l-y'\n  start_ms: 78530\n  end_ms: 81530\n- text: 'Y''see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix and these reasons, I''ll tell ya why:'\n  start_ms: 81530\n  end_ms: 87180\n- text: Y'see I'm six-foot-one and I'm tons of fun, and I dress to a T\n  start_ms: 87180\n  end_ms: 91530\n- text: Y'see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali and I dress so viciously\n  start_ms: 91530\n  end_ms: 96140\n- text: I got bodyguards, I got two big cars that definitely ain't the wack\n  start_ms: 96140\n  end_ms: 100250\n- text: I got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac\n  start_ms: 100250\n  end_ms: 104640\n- text: So after school, I take a dip in the pool which is really on the wall\n  start_ms: 104640\n  end_ms: 108990\n- text: I got a color TV, so I can see the Knicks play basketball\n  start_ms: 108990\n  end_ms: 113190\n- text: Hear me talkin' 'bout checkbooks, credit cards, more money than a sucker could ever spend\n  start_ms: 113190\n  end_ms: 117800\n- text: But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the rucker, not a dime till I made it again\n  start_ms: 117800\n  end_ms: 121960\n- text: Y'go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? [(Say what?)]\n  start_ms: 121960\n  end_ms: 126160\n- text: Y'say I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin', drive off in a def OJ\n  start_ms: 126160\n  end_ms: 130740\n- text: Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  start_ms: 130740\n  end_ms: 133450\n- text: Say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\n  start_ms: 133450\n  end_ms: 137650\n- text: Master Gee, am I mellow?\n  start_ms: 137650\n  end_ms: 141130\n- text: It's on you, so what you gonna do?\n  start_ms: 141130\n  end_ms: 143780\n- text: Well, it's on n on n on on n on\n  start_ms: 143780\n  end_ms: 146380\n- text: The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  start_ms: 146380\n  end_ms: 147910\n- text: I said m-a-s, t-e-r, a g with a double e\n  start_ms: 147910\n  end_ms: 150540\n- text: I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Master Gee\n  start_ms: 150540\n  end_ms: 156300\n- text: Well, my name is known all over the world\n  start_ms: 156300\n  end_ms: 158880\n- text: By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\n  start_ms: 158880\n  end_ms: 161060\n- text: I'm goin down in history\n  start_ms: 161060\n  end_ms: 163070\n- text: As the baddest rapper there ever could be\n  start_ms: 163070\n  end_ms: 165680\n- text: Now I'm feelin' the highs and ya feelin' the lows\n  start_ms: 165680\n  end_ms: 167640\n- text: The beat starts gettin' into your toes\n  start_ms: 167640\n  end_ms: 169910\n- text: Ya start poppin' ya fingers and stompin' your feet\n  start_ms: 169910\n  end_ms: 172230\n- text: And movin' your body while you're sittin' in your seat\n  start_ms: 172230\n  end_ms: 174100\n- text: And then, damn, ya start doin' the Freak\n  start_ms: 174100\n  end_ms: 176130\n- text: I said damn, right outta your seat\n  start_ms: 176130\n  end_ms: 178130\n- text: Then ya throw your hands high in the air\n  start_ms: 178130\n  end_ms: 180250\n- text: Ya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere\n  start_ms: 180250\n  end_ms: 182540\n- text: Ya rockin' to the beat without a care\n  start_ms: 182540\n  end_ms: 184810\n- text: With the sure shot MCs for the affair\n  start_ms: 184810\n  end_ms: 187160\n- text: Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\n  start_ms: 187160\n  end_ms: 189090\n- text: But I rap to the beat just the same\n  start_ms: 189090\n  end_ms: 190960\n- text: I got a little face and a pair of brown eyes\n  start_ms: 190960\n  end_ms: 193590\n- text: All I'm here to do, ladies, is hypnotize\n  start_ms: 193590\n  end_ms: 195570\n- text: Singin' on n n on n on n on\n  start_ms: 195570\n  end_ms: 197560\n- text: The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  start_ms: 197560\n  end_ms: 199890\n- text: Singin' on n n on n on on n on\n  start_ms: 199890\n  end_ms: 202150\n- text: Like a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie\n  start_ms: 202150\n  end_ms: 204320\n- text: Pop da pop pop, ya don't dare stop\n  start_ms: 204320\n  end_ms: 206320\n- text: Come alive, y'all, gimme what ya got\n  start_ms: 206320\n  end_ms: 208590\n- text: I guess by now, you can take a hunch\n  start_ms: 208590\n  end_ms: 210880\n- text: And find that I am the baby of the bunch\n  start_ms: 210880\n  end_ms: 213140\n- text: But that's okay I still keep in stride\n  start_ms: 213140\n  end_ms: 215060\n- text: '''Cause all I''m here to do is just wiggle your behind'\n  start_ms: 215060\n  end_ms: 217350\n- text: Singin' on n n on n on n on\n  start_ms: 217350\n  end_ms: 219240\n- text: The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  start_ms: 219240\n  end_ms: 221410\n- text: Singin' on n n on n on on n on\n  start_ms: 221410\n  end_ms: 223660\n- text: Rock rock, y'all, throw it on the floor\n  start_ms: 223660\n  end_ms: 225910\n- text: I'm gonna freak ya here, I'm gonna feak ya there\n  start_ms: 225910\n  end_ms: 227880\n- text: I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n  start_ms: 227880\n  end_ms: 230140\n- text: '''Cause I''m one of a kind and I''ll shock your mind'\n  start_ms: 230140\n  end_ms: 232090\n- text: I'll put t-t-tickets in your behind\n  start_ms: 232090\n  end_ms: 234310\n- text: I said 1-2-3-4, come on girls, get on the floor\n  start_ms: 234310\n  end_ms: 236940\n- text: A-come alive, y'all, a-gimme what ya got\n  start_ms: 236940\n  end_ms: 240830\n- text: '''Cause I''m guaranteed to make you rock'\n  start_ms: 240830\n  end_ms: 243010\n- text: I said 1-2-3-4, tell me Wonder Mike, what are you waitin' for?\n  start_ms: 243010\n  end_ms: 247370\n- text: I said-a hip hop, the hippie to the hippie\n  start_ms: 247370\n  end_ms: 249660\n- text: The hip hip hop-a you don't stop the rock\n  start_ms: 249660\n  end_ms: 251950\n- text: It to the bang bang boogie, say up jump the boogie\n  start_ms: 251950\n  end_ms: 253820\n- text: To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\n  start_ms: 253820\n  end_ms: 255770\n- text: Skiddlee beebop-a we rock a scoobie doo\n  start_ms: 255770\n  end_ms: 258420\n- text: And guess what, America, we love you\n  start_ms: 258420\n  end_ms: 260690\n- text: '''Cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul'\n  start_ms: 260690\n  end_ms: 262540\n- text: You could rock till you're a hundred and one years old\n  start_ms: 262540\n  end_ms: 264620\n- text: I don't mean to brag, I don't mean to boast\n  start_ms: 264620\n  end_ms: 266970\n- text: But we like hot butter on our breakfast toast\n  start_ms: 266970\n  end_ms: 268990\n- text: Rock it up, baby bubbah\n  start_ms: 268990\n  end_ms: 271200\n- text: Baby bubbah to the boogie, da bang bang da boogie\n  start_ms: 271200\n  end_ms: 273510\n- text: To the beat beat, it's so unique\n  start_ms: 273510\n  end_ms: 273820\n- text: Come on, everybody and dance to the beat\n  start_ms: 273820\n  end_ms: 296030\n- text: I said-a hip hop, the hippie the hippie\n  start_ms: 296030\n  end_ms: 297600\n- text: To the hip hip hop-a you dont stop\n  start_ms: 297600\n  end_ms: 299990\n- text: Rock it out, baby bubbah, to the boogie da bang bang\n  start_ms: 299990\n  end_ms: 300570\n- text: The boogie to the boogie da beat\n  start_ms: 300570\n  end_ms: 303760\n- text: I said I can't wait till the end of the week\n  start_ms: 303760\n  end_ms: 306340\n- text: When I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\n  start_ms: 306340\n  end_ms: 308210\n- text: And attempt to raise your body heat\n  start_ms: 308210\n  end_ms: 310270\n- text: Just blow your mind so that you can't speak\n  start_ms: 310270\n  end_ms: 312420\n- text: And do a thing but a rock and shuffle your feet\n  start_ms: 312420\n  end_ms: 314720\n- text: And let it change up to a dance called The Freak\n  start_ms: 314720\n  end_ms: 317040\n- text: And when ya finally do come in to your rhythmic beat\n  start_ms: 317040\n  end_ms: 319050\n- text: Rest a little while so ya don't get weak\n  start_ms: 319050\n  end_ms: 321310\n- text: I know a man named Hank\n  start_ms: 321310\n  end_ms: 323560\n- text: He has more rhymes than a serious bank\n  start_ms: 323560\n  end_ms: 325780\n- text: So come on, Hank, sing that song\n  start_ms: 325780\n  end_ms: 327630\n- text: To the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong\n  start_ms: 327630\n  end_ms: 329870\n- text: Well, I'm imp the dimp, the ladies pimp\n  start_ms: 329870\n  end_ms: 332150\n- text: The women fight for my delight\n  start_ms: 332150\n  end_ms: 334090\n- text: But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\n  start_ms: 334090\n  end_ms: 336120\n- text: That shock the house for the young ladies\n  start_ms: 336120\n  end_ms: 338360\n- text: And when you come inside into the front\n  start_ms: 338360\n  end_ms: 340580\n- text: You do the freak, spank, and do the bump\n  start_ms: 340580\n  end_ms: 342360\n- text: And when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n  start_ms: 342360\n  end_ms: 344770\n- text: We're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\n  start_ms: 344770\n  end_ms: 347000\n- text: A-from sun-to-sun and from day-to-day\n  start_ms: 347000\n  end_ms: 348880\n- text: I sit down and write a brand new rhyme\n  start_ms: 348880\n  end_ms: 351430\n- text: Because they say that miracles never cease\n  start_ms: 351430\n  end_ms: 353310\n- text: I've created a devastating masterpiece\n  start_ms: 353310\n  end_ms: 355670\n- text: I'm gonna rock the mic till you can't resist\n  start_ms: 355670\n  end_ms: 357850\n- text: 'Everybody, I say, it goes like this:'\n  start_ms: 357850\n  end_ms: 360020\n- text: Well, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\n  start_ms: 360020\n  end_ms: 362300\n- text: A reporter stopped me for a interview\n  start_ms: 362300\n  end_ms: 364150\n- text: She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\n  start_ms: 364150\n  end_ms: 364820\n- text: That I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\n  start_ms: 364820\n  end_ms: 368580\n- text: This young reporter, I did adore\n  start_ms: 368580\n  end_ms: 370510\n- text: So I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\n  start_ms: 370510\n  end_ms: 372860\n- text: She said, \"Damn, fly guy, I'm in love with you!\n  start_ms: 372860\n  end_ms: 374790\n- text: The Cassanova legend must have been true!\"\n  start_ms: 374790\n  end_ms: 377100\n- text: I said, \"By the way, baby, what's your name?\"\n  start_ms: 377100\n  end_ms: 379680\n- text: Said, \"I go by the name of Lois Lane\n  start_ms: 379680\n  end_ms: 382100\n- text: And you could be my boyfriend, you surely can\n  start_ms: 382100\n  end_ms: 383840\n- text: Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\"\n  start_ms: 383840\n  end_ms: 386910\n- text: I said, \"He's a fairy, I do suppose\n  start_ms: 386910\n  end_ms: 388020\n- text: Flyin' through the air in pantyhose\n  start_ms: 388020\n  end_ms: 390290\n- text: He may be very sexy or even cute\n  start_ms: 390290\n  end_ms: 392110\n- text: But he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\"\n  start_ms: 392110\n  end_ms: 394560\n- text: I said, \"You need a man who's got finesse\n  start_ms: 394560\n  end_ms: 396460\n- text: And his whole name across his chest\n  start_ms: 396460\n  end_ms: 398850\n- text: He may be able to fly all through the night\n  start_ms: 398850\n  end_ms: 400960\n- text: But can he rock a party till the early light?\n  start_ms: 400960\n  end_ms: 403290\n- text: He can't satisfy you with his little worm\n  start_ms: 403290\n  end_ms: 405520\n- text: But I can bust you out with my super sperm!\"\n  start_ms: 405520\n  end_ms: 407320\n- text: I gon' do it, I gon' do it\n  start_ms: 407320\n  end_ms: 408940\n- text: I gon' do it, do it, do it\n  start_ms: 408940\n  end_ms: 409880\n- text: And I'm here, and I'm there\n  start_ms: 409880\n  end_ms: 413730\n- text: I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\n  start_ms: 413730\n  end_ms: 415900\n- text: Just throw your hands up in the air\n  start_ms: 415900\n  end_ms: 418130\n- text: And party hardy like you just don't care\n  start_ms: 418130\n  end_ms: 420630\n- text: Let's do it, don't stop y'all\n  start_ms: 420630\n  end_ms: 422480\n- text: A-tick a-tock, y'all, you don't stop!\n  start_ms: 422480\n  end_ms: 424370\n- text: Go hotel, motel, what you gonna do today? [(Say what?)]\n  start_ms: 424370\n  end_ms: 427260\n- text: I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spank, drive off in a def OJ\n  start_ms: 427260\n  end_ms: 432700\n- text: Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  start_ms: 432700\n  end_ms: 435840\n- text: You say, if your girl starts actin' up then you take her friend\n  start_ms: 435840\n  end_ms: 441670\n- text: I say skip, dive, what can I say?\n  start_ms: 441670\n  end_ms: 444260\n- text: I can't fit em all inside my OJ\n  start_ms: 444260\n  end_ms: 446460\n- text: So I just take half and bust them out\n  start_ms: 446460\n  end_ms: 449630\n- text: I give the rest to Master Gee so he could shock the house\n  start_ms: 449630\n  end_ms: 450950\n- text: It was twelve o'clock one Friday night\n  start_ms: 450950\n  end_ms: 452650\n- text: I was rockin' to the beat and feelin' all right\n  start_ms: 452650\n  end_ms: 455110\n- text: Everybody was dancin' on the floor\n  start_ms: 455110\n  end_ms: 457060\n- text: Doin' all the things they never did before\n  start_ms: 457060\n  end_ms: 459280\n- text: And then this fly, fly girl with a sexy lean\n  start_ms: 459280\n  end_ms: 461520\n- text: She came into the bar, she came into the scene\n  start_ms: 461520\n  end_ms: 463480\n- text: As she traveled deeper inside the room\n  start_ms: 463480\n  end_ms: 465750\n- text: All the fellas checked out her white sasoons\n  start_ms: 465750\n  end_ms: 467910\n- text: She came up to the table, looked into my eyes\n  start_ms: 467910\n  end_ms: 470230\n- text: Then she turned around and shook her behind\n  start_ms: 470230\n  end_ms: 472420\n- text: So I said to myself, \"It's time for me to release\n  start_ms: 472420\n  end_ms: 474570\n- text: My vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece\"\n  start_ms: 474570\n  end_ms: 476490\n- text: And now, people in the house, this is just for you\n  start_ms: 476490\n  end_ms: 478700\n- text: A little rap to make you boogaloo\n  start_ms: 478700\n  end_ms: 480690\n- text: Now the group ya hear is called phase two\n  start_ms: 480690\n  end_ms: 482920\n- text: And let me tell ya somethin', we're a helluva crew\n  start_ms: 482920\n  end_ms: 485330\n- text: Once a week we're on the street\n  start_ms: 485330\n  end_ms: 487590\n- text: Just a-cuttin' the jams and making it free\n  start_ms: 487590\n  end_ms: 489360\n- text: For you to party, ya got to have the moves\n  start_ms: 489360\n  end_ms: 491640\n- text: So we'll get right down and give you a groove\n  start_ms: 491640\n  end_ms: 493910\n- text: For you to dance, you gotta get hype\n  start_ms: 493910\n  end_ms: 496200\n- text: So we'll get right down and make you rock\n  start_ms: 496200\n  end_ms: 498430\n- text: Now the system's on and the girls are there\n  start_ms: 498430\n  end_ms: 500490\n- text: Ya definitely have a rockin affair\n  start_ms: 500490\n  end_ms: 502650\n- text: 'But let me tell ya somethin'', there''s still one fact:'\n  start_ms: 502650\n  end_ms: 504830\n- text: That to have a party, ya got to have a rap\n  start_ms: 504830\n  end_ms: 506910\n- text: So when the party's over, you're makin' it home\n  start_ms: 506910\n  end_ms: 508820\n- text: And tryin' to sleep before the break of dawn\n  start_ms: 508820\n  end_ms: 511100\n- text: And while ya sleepin', ya start to dream\n  start_ms: 511100\n  end_ms: 513480\n- text: And thinkin' how ya danced on the disco scene\n  start_ms: 513480\n  end_ms: 515650\n- text: My name appears in your mind\n  start_ms: 515650\n  end_ms: 517740\n- text: Yeah, a name you know that was right on time\n  start_ms: 517740\n  end_ms: 519620\n- text: It was phase two, just a-doin' a do\n  start_ms: 519620\n  end_ms: 521960\n- text: Rockin' ya down 'cause ya know we could\n  start_ms: 521960\n  end_ms: 524100\n- text: To the rhythm of the beat that makes ya freak\n  start_ms: 524100\n  end_ms: 526080\n- text: Come alive, girls, get on your feet\n  start_ms: 526080\n  end_ms: 528270\n- text: To the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat\n  start_ms: 528270\n  end_ms: 530780\n- text: To the double beat beat that it makes ya freak\n  start_ms: 530780\n  end_ms: 532640\n- text: To the rhythm of the beat that says ya go on\n  start_ms: 532640\n  end_ms: 534980\n- text: On n on into the break of dawn\n  start_ms: 534980\n  end_ms: 537230\n- text: Now I got a man comin' on right now\n  start_ms: 537230\n  end_ms: 539450\n- text: He's guaranteed to throw down\n  start_ms: 539450\n  end_ms: 541660\n- text: He goes by the name of Wonder Mike\n  start_ms: 541660\n  end_ms: 543720\n- text: Come on, Wonder Mike, do what ya like\n  start_ms: 543720\n  end_ms: 545560\n- text: Like a can of beer that's sweeter than honey\n  start_ms: 545560\n  end_ms: 548050\n- text: Like a millionaire that has no money\n  start_ms: 548050\n  end_ms: 550230\n- text: Like a rainy day that is not wet\n  start_ms: 550230\n  end_ms: 552190\n- text: Like a gamblin' fiend that does not bet\n  start_ms: 552190\n  end_ms: 554350\n- text: Like Dracula without his fangs\n  start_ms: 554350\n  end_ms: 556590\n- text: Like the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang\n  start_ms: 556590\n  end_ms: 558820\n- text: Like collard greens that don't taste good\n  start_ms: 558820\n  end_ms: 560740\n- text: Like a tree that's not made out of wood\n  start_ms: 560740\n  end_ms: 562780\n- text: Like goin' up and not comin' down\n  start_ms: 562780\n  end_ms: 565050\n- text: Is just like the beat without the sound, no sound\n  start_ms: 565050\n  end_ms: 567530\n- text: To the beat beat, ya do The Freak\n  start_ms: 567530\n  end_ms: 567840\n- text: Everybody just rock and dance to the beat\n  start_ms: 567840\n  end_ms: 571780\n- text: Have you ever went over a friends house to eat\n  start_ms: 571780\n  end_ms: 573950\n- text: And the food just ain't no good?\n  start_ms: 573950\n  end_ms: 576150\n- text: I mean the macaroni's soggy, the peas are mushed\n  start_ms: 576150\n  end_ms: 578370\n- text: And the chicken tastes like wood\n  start_ms: 578370\n  end_ms: 580130\n- text: So you try to play it off like you think you can\n  start_ms: 580130\n  end_ms: 582310\n- text: By sayin that you're full\n  start_ms: 582310\n  end_ms: 584520\n- text: And then your friend says, \"Momma, he's just being polite\n  start_ms: 584520\n  end_ms: 586750\n- text: He ain't finished, uh uh, that's bull!\"\n  start_ms: 586750\n  end_ms: 588370\n- text: So your heart starts pumpin', and you think of a lie\n  start_ms: 588370\n  end_ms: 591120\n- text: And you say that you already ate\n  start_ms: 591120\n  end_ms: 593230\n- text: And your friend says, \"Man, there's plenty of food!\"\n  start_ms: 593230\n  end_ms: 595230\n- text: So you pile some more on your plate\n  start_ms: 595230\n  end_ms: 597410\n- text: While the stinky foods steamin' your mind starts to dreamin'\n  start_ms: 597410\n  end_ms: 599970\n- text: Of the moment that it's time to leave\n  start_ms: 599970\n  end_ms: 601520\n- text: And then you look at your plate and your chickens slowly rottin'\n  start_ms: 601520\n  end_ms: 604140\n- text: Into something that looks like cheese\n  start_ms: 604140\n  end_ms: 606130\n- text: Oh so, you say, \"That's it, I got to leave this place\n  start_ms: 606130\n  end_ms: 608480\n- text: I don't care what these people think\n  start_ms: 608480\n  end_ms: 610060\n- text: I'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous\n  start_ms: 610060\n  end_ms: 612600\n- text: With this ugly food that stinks!\"\n  start_ms: 612600\n  end_ms: 614540\n- text: So you bust out the door while it's still closed\n  start_ms: 614540\n  end_ms: 617100\n- text: Still sick from the food you ate\n  start_ms: 617100\n  end_ms: 618670\n- text: And then you run to the store for quick relief\n  start_ms: 618670\n  end_ms: 621090\n- text: From a bottle of Kaopectate\n  start_ms: 621090\n  end_ms: 623190\n- text: And then you call your friend two weeks later\n  start_ms: 623190\n  end_ms: 625310\n- text: To see how he has been\n  start_ms: 625310\n  end_ms: 627840\n- text: And he says, \"I understand about the food, baby bubbah\n  start_ms: 627840\n  end_ms: 630570\n- text: But we're still friends\"\n  start_ms: 630570\n  end_ms: 631860\n- text: With a hip hop, the hippie to the hippie\n  start_ms: 631860\n  end_ms: 634160\n- text: The hip hip-a hop-a you don't stop the rockin'\n  start_ms: 634160\n  end_ms: 636420\n- text: To the bang bang boogie say up jump the boogie\n  start_ms: 636420\n  end_ms: 637950\n- text: To the rhythm of the boogie the beat\n  start_ms: 637950\n  end_ms: 640020\n- text: I say, Hank, can ya rock?\n  start_ms: 640020\n  end_ms: 642180\n- text: Can ya rock to the rhythm that just don't stop?\n  start_ms: 642180\n  end_ms: 644910\n- text: Can ya hip me to the shoobie doo?\n  start_ms: 644910\n  end_ms: 647150\n- text: I said, come on make the, make the people move\n  start_ms: 647150\n  end_ms: 649180\n- text: I go to the halls and then ring the bell\n  start_ms: 649180\n  end_ms: 651130\n- text: Because I am the man with the clientele\n  start_ms: 651130\n  end_ms: 653390\n- text: And if ya ask me why I rock so well\n  start_ms: 653390\n  end_ms: 655650\n- text: A big bang, I got clientele\n  start_ms: 655650\n  end_ms: 657560\n- text: And from the time I was only six years old\n  start_ms: 657560\n  end_ms: 659720\n- text: I never forgot what I was told\n  start_ms: 659720\n  end_ms: 661990\n- text: It was the best advice that I ever had\n  start_ms: 661990\n  end_ms: 663980\n- text: It came from my wise dear old dad\n  start_ms: 663980\n  end_ms: 666490\n- text: He said, \"Sit down, punk, I wanna talk to you\n  start_ms: 666490\n  end_ms: 668010\n- text: And don't say a word until I'm through\n  start_ms: 668010\n  end_ms: 670500\n- text: Now, there's a time to laugh, a time to cry\n  start_ms: 670500\n  end_ms: 672730\n- text: A time to live and a time to die\n  start_ms: 672730\n  end_ms: 674790\n- text: A time to break and a time to chill\n  start_ms: 674790\n  end_ms: 677060\n- text: To act civilized or act real ill\n  start_ms: 677060\n  end_ms: 677420\n- text: But whatever ya do in your lifetime\n  start_ms: 677420\n  end_ms: 679640\n- text: Y'never let a MC steal your rhyme!\"\n  start_ms: 679640\n  end_ms: 683550\n- text: So from sixty-six to this very day\n  start_ms: 683550\n  end_ms: 685500\n- text: I'll always remember what he had to say\n  start_ms: 685500\n  end_ms: 687920\n- text: So when the sucker MCs try to chump my style\n  start_ms: 687920\n  end_ms: 689840\n- text: I let them know that I'm versatile\n  start_ms: 689840\n  end_ms: 692100\n- text: I got style, finesse and a little black book\n  start_ms: 692100\n  end_ms: 694340\n- text: That's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look\n  start_ms: 694340\n  end_ms: 696530\n- text: But there's a thing that separates you from me\n  start_ms: 696530\n  end_ms: 698480\n- text: And that is called originality\n  start_ms: 698480\n  end_ms: 700610\n- text: Because my rhymes are on from what you heard\n  start_ms: 700610\n  end_ms: 702930\n- text: I didn't even bite and not a Goddamn word\n  start_ms: 702930\n  end_ms: 705120\n- text: And I say a little more later on tonight\n  start_ms: 705120\n  end_ms: 707130\n- text: So the sucker MCs can bite all night\n  start_ms: 707130\n  end_ms: 709420\n- text: A-tick a-tock y'all, a-beat beat y'all\n  start_ms: 709420\n  end_ms: 711750\n- text: A-let's rock y'all, ya don't stop\n  start_ms: 711750\n  end_ms: 713680\n- text: Ya go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? [(Say what?)]\n  start_ms: 713680\n  end_ms: 717810\n- text: Ya say I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'\n  start_ms: 717810\n  end_ms: 720180\n- text: Drive off in a def OJ\n  start_ms: 720180\n  end_ms: 722280\n- text: Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  start_ms: 722280\n  end_ms: 726260\n- text: Ya say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friends\n  start_ms: 726260\n  end_ms: 730640\n- text: A-like that y'all, to the beat y'all\n  start_ms: 730640\n  end_ms: 733290\n- text: Beat beat ya'll, ya don't stop\n  start_ms: 733290\n  end_ms: 735240\n- text: A-Master Gee, am I mellow?\n  start_ms: 735240\n  end_ms: 737110\n- text: It's on you, so whatcha gonna do?\n  start_ms: 737110\n  end_ms: 739700\n- text: Well, like Johnny Carson on The Late Show\n  start_ms: 739700\n  end_ms: 741550\n- text: A-like Frankie Crocker in stereo\n  start_ms: 741550\n  end_ms: 743720\n- text: Well, like The Bar-Kay's singin' Holy Ghost\n  start_ms: 743720\n  end_ms: 746030\n- text: The sounds to throw down, they're played the most\n  start_ms: 746030\n  end_ms: 748350\n- text: It's like my man, Captain Sky\n  start_ms: 748350\n  end_ms: 750580\n- text: Whose name he earned with his super sperm\n  start_ms: 750580\n  end_ms: 752440\n- text: We rock and we don't stop\n  start_ms: 752440\n  end_ms: 754990\n- text: Get off, y'all, I'm here to give you whatcha got\n  start_ms: 754990\n  end_ms: 757150\n- text: To the beat that it makes you freak\n  start_ms: 757150\n  end_ms: 759140\n- text: And come alive, girl, get on your feet\n  start_ms: 759140\n  end_ms: 761490\n- text: A-like a Perry Mason without a case\n  start_ms: 761490\n  end_ms: 763690\n- text: Like Farrah Fawcett without her face\n  start_ms: 763690\n  end_ms: 766150\n- text: Like The Bar-Kays on the mic\n  start_ms: 766150\n  end_ms: 768040\n- text: Like gettin' right down for you tonight\n  start_ms: 768040\n  end_ms: 769810\n- text: Like movin' your body so ya don't know how\n  start_ms: 769810\n  end_ms: 772040\n- text: Right to the rhythm and throw down\n  start_ms: 772040\n  end_ms: 774470\n- text: Like comin' alive to the Master Gee\n  start_ms: 774470\n  end_ms: 776650\n- text: The brother who rocks so viciously\n  start_ms: 776650\n  end_ms: 778860\n- text: I said, the age of one, my life begun\n  start_ms: 778860\n  end_ms: 780710\n- text: At the age of two, I was doin the' do\n  start_ms: 780710\n  end_ms: 783060\n- text: At the age of three, it was you and me\n  start_ms: 783060\n  end_ms: 784900\n- text: Rockin' to the sounds of the Master Gee\n  start_ms: 784900\n  end_ms: 787490\n- text: At the age of four, I was on the floor\n  start_ms: 787490\n  end_ms: 789660\n- text: Givin' all the freaks what they bargained for\n  start_ms: 789660\n  end_ms: 792090\n- text: At the age of five, I didn't take no jive\n  start_ms: 792090\n  end_ms: 794270\n- text: With the Master Gee, it's all the way live\n  start_ms: 794270\n  end_ms: 796330\n- text: At the age of six, I was a-pickin' up sticks\n  start_ms: 796330\n  end_ms: 799320\n- text: Rappin' to the beat, my stick was fixed\n  start_ms: 799320\n  end_ms: 801770\n- text: At the age of seven, I was rockin' in heaven\n  start_ms: 801770\n  end_ms: 803060\n- text: Dontcha know I went off?\n  start_ms: 803060\n  end_ms: 805240\n- text: I got right on down to the beat, you see\n  start_ms: 805240\n  end_ms: 807170\n- text: Gettin' right on down, makin' all the girls\n  start_ms: 807170\n  end_ms: 809210\n- text: Just take of their clothes to the beat the beat\n  start_ms: 809210\n  end_ms: 811270\n- text: To the double beat beat that makes you freak\n  start_ms: 811270\n  end_ms: 813680\n- text: At the age of eight, I was really great\n  start_ms: 813680\n  end_ms: 815860\n- text: '''Cause every night, you see I had a date'\n  start_ms: 815860\n  end_ms: 818260\n- text: At the age of nine, I was right on time\n  start_ms: 818260\n  end_ms: 820730\n- text: '''Cause every night, I had a party rhyme'\n  start_ms: 820730\n  end_ms: 822640\n- text: Goin' on n n on n on on n on\n  start_ms: 822640\n  end_ms: 824810\n- text: The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  start_ms: 824810\n  end_ms: 826880\n- text: A-sayin' on n n on n on on n on...\n  start_ms: 826880\n  end_ms: 828840\n- text: Like a hot buttered de pop de pop de pop\n  start_ms: 828840\n  end_ms: 831400\n- text: A-saying on n n on n on on n on\n  start_ms: 831400\n  end_ms: 833230\n- text: I say you don't stop, gimme what ya got\n  start_ms: 833230\n  end_ms: 834880\n- text: '''Cause I''m a helluva man when I''m on the mic'\n  start_ms: 834880\n  end_ms: 835610\n- text: I am the definite feast delight\n  start_ms: 835610\n  end_ms: 839760\n- text: '''Cause I''m a helluva man when i''m on the miC'\n  start_ms: 839760\n  end_ms: 842150\n- text: I am the definite feast delight\n  start_ms: 842150\n  end_ms: 844470\n- text: Come to the Master Gee, you see\n  start_ms: 844470\n  end_ms: 846620\n- text: The brother who rocks so viciously\n  start_ms: 846620\n  end_ms: 848960\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 848960\nplain: |-\n  I said-a hip, hop, the hippie, the hippie\n  To the hip hip hop-a you don't stop the rock\n  It to the bang-bang boogie, say up jump the boogie\n  To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\n\n  Now what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin' to the beat\n  And me, the groove and my friends are gonna try to move your feet\n  See I am Wonder Mike and I'd like to say hello\n  To the black, to the white, the red and the brown, the purple and yellow\n\n  But first I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\n  Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\n  Let's rock, you don't stop\n  Rock the riddle that will make your body rock\n\n  Well, so far youve heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\n  And next on the mic is my man Hank: come on, Hank, sing that song\n\n  Check it out: I'm the C-a-s-an-the-o-v-a, and the rest is f-l-y\n  Y'see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix and these reasons, I'll tell ya why:\n  Y'see I'm six-foot-one and I'm tons of fun, and I dress to a T\n  Y'see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali and I dress so viciously\n  I got bodyguards, I got two big cars that definitely ain't the wack\n  I got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac\n\n  So after school, I take a dip in the pool which is really on the wall\n  I got a color TV, so I can see the Knicks play basketball\n  Hear me talkin' 'bout checkbooks, credit cards, more money than a sucker could ever spend\n  But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the rucker, not a dime till I made it again\n\n  Y'go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? [(Say what?)]\n  Y'say I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin', drive off in a def OJ\n  Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  Say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\n\n  Master Gee, am I mellow?\n  It's on you, so what you gonna do?\n\n  Well, it's on n on n on on n on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  I said m-a-s, t-e-r, a g with a double e\n  I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Master Gee\n\n  Well, my name is known all over the world\n  By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\n  I'm goin down in history\n  As the baddest rapper there ever could be\n\n  Now I'm feelin' the highs and ya feelin' the lows\n  The beat starts gettin' into your toes\n  Ya start poppin' ya fingers and stompin' your feet\n  And movin' your body while you're sittin' in your seat\n\n  And then, damn, ya start doin' the Freak\n  I said damn, right outta your seat\n  Then ya throw your hands high in the air\n  Ya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere\n  Ya rockin' to the beat without a care\n  With the sure shot MCs for the affair\n\n  Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\n  But I rap to the beat just the same\n  I got a little face and a pair of brown eyes\n  All I'm here to do, ladies, is hypnotize\n\n  Singin' on n n on n on n on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  Singin' on n n on n on on n on\n  Like a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie\n  Pop da pop pop, ya don't dare stop\n  Come alive, y'all, gimme what ya got\n\n  I guess by now, you can take a hunch\n  And find that I am the baby of the bunch\n  But that's okay I still keep in stride\n  'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\n\n  Singin' on n n on n on n on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  Singin' on n n on n on on n on\n  Rock rock, y'all, throw it on the floor\n\n  I'm gonna freak ya here, I'm gonna feak ya there\n  I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n  'Cause I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\n  I'll put t-t-tickets in your behind\n\n  I said 1-2-3-4, come on girls, get on the floor\n  A-come alive, y'all, a-gimme what ya got\n  'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock\n  I said 1-2-3-4, tell me Wonder Mike, what are you waitin' for?\n\n  I said-a hip hop, the hippie to the hippie\n  The hip hip hop-a you don't stop the rock\n  It to the bang bang boogie, say up jump the boogie\n  To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\n\n  Skiddlee beebop-a we rock a scoobie doo\n  And guess what, America, we love you\n  'Cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\n  You could rock till you're a hundred and one years old\n  I don't mean to brag, I don't mean to boast\n  But we like hot butter on our breakfast toast\n\n  Rock it up, baby bubbah\n  Baby bubbah to the boogie, da bang bang da boogie\n  To the beat beat, it's so unique\n  Come on, everybody and dance to the beat\n\n  I said-a hip hop, the hippie the hippie\n  To the hip hip hop-a you dont stop\n  Rock it out, baby bubbah, to the boogie da bang bang\n  The boogie to the boogie da beat\n\n  I said I can't wait till the end of the week\n  When I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\n  And attempt to raise your body heat\n  Just blow your mind so that you can't speak\n\n  And do a thing but a rock and shuffle your feet\n  And let it change up to a dance called The Freak\n  And when ya finally do come in to your rhythmic beat\n  Rest a little while so ya don't get weak\n\n  I know a man named Hank\n  He has more rhymes than a serious bank\n  So come on, Hank, sing that song\n  To the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong\n\n  Well, I'm imp the dimp, the ladies pimp\n  The women fight for my delight\n  But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\n  That shock the house for the young ladies\n\n  And when you come inside into the front\n  You do the freak, spank, and do the bump\n  And when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n  We're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\n\n  A-from sun-to-sun and from day-to-day\n  I sit down and write a brand new rhyme\n  Because they say that miracles never cease\n  I've created a devastating masterpiece\n  I'm gonna rock the mic till you can't resist\n  Everybody, I say, it goes like this:\n\n  Well, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\n  A reporter stopped me for a interview\n  She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\n  That I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\n\n  This young reporter, I did adore\n  So I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\n  She said, \"Damn, fly guy, I'm in love with you!\n  The Cassanova legend must have been true!\"\n  I said, \"By the way, baby, what's your name?\"\n  Said, \"I go by the name of Lois Lane\n\n  And you could be my boyfriend, you surely can\n  Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\"\n  I said, \"He's a fairy, I do suppose\n  Flyin' through the air in pantyhose\n\n  He may be very sexy or even cute\n  But he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\"\n  I said, \"You need a man who's got finesse\n  And his whole name across his chest\n\n  He may be able to fly all through the night\n  But can he rock a party till the early light?\n  He can't satisfy you with his little worm\n  But I can bust you out with my super sperm!\"\n\n  I gon' do it, I gon' do it\n  I gon' do it, do it, do it\n  And I'm here, and I'm there\n  I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\n\n  Just throw your hands up in the air\n  And party hardy like you just don't care\n  Let's do it, don't stop y'all\n  A-tick a-tock, y'all, you don't stop!\n\n  Go hotel, motel, what you gonna do today? [(Say what?)]\n  I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spank, drive off in a def OJ\n  Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  You say, if your girl starts actin' up then you take her friend\n\n  I say skip, dive, what can I say?\n  I can't fit em all inside my OJ\n  So I just take half and bust them out\n  I give the rest to Master Gee so he could shock the house\n\n  It was twelve o'clock one Friday night\n  I was rockin' to the beat and feelin' all right\n  Everybody was dancin' on the floor\n  Doin' all the things they never did before\n\n  And then this fly, fly girl with a sexy lean\n  She came into the bar, she came into the scene\n  As she traveled deeper inside the room\n  All the fellas checked out her white sasoons\n\n  She came up to the table, looked into my eyes\n  Then she turned around and shook her behind\n  So I said to myself, \"It's time for me to release\n  My vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece\"\n\n  And now, people in the house, this is just for you\n  A little rap to make you boogaloo\n  Now the group ya hear is called phase two\n  And let me tell ya somethin', we're a helluva crew\n\n  Once a week we're on the street\n  Just a-cuttin' the jams and making it free\n  For you to party, ya got to have the moves\n  So we'll get right down and give you a groove\n\n  For you to dance, you gotta get hype\n  So we'll get right down and make you rock\n  Now the system's on and the girls are there\n  Ya definitely have a rockin affair\n\n  But let me tell ya somethin', there's still one fact:\n  That to have a party, ya got to have a rap\n  So when the party's over, you're makin' it home\n  And tryin' to sleep before the break of dawn\n\n  And while ya sleepin', ya start to dream\n  And thinkin' how ya danced on the disco scene\n  My name appears in your mind\n  Yeah, a name you know that was right on time\n\n  It was phase two, just a-doin' a do\n  Rockin' ya down 'cause ya know we could\n  To the rhythm of the beat that makes ya freak\n  Come alive, girls, get on your feet\n\n  To the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat\n  To the double beat beat that it makes ya freak\n  To the rhythm of the beat that says ya go on\n  On n on into the break of dawn\n\n  Now I got a man comin' on right now\n  He's guaranteed to throw down\n  He goes by the name of Wonder Mike\n  Come on, Wonder Mike, do what ya like\n\n  Like a can of beer that's sweeter than honey\n  Like a millionaire that has no money\n  Like a rainy day that is not wet\n  Like a gamblin' fiend that does not bet\n\n  Like Dracula without his fangs\n  Like the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang\n  Like collard greens that don't taste good\n  Like a tree that's not made out of wood\n\n  Like goin' up and not comin' down\n  Is just like the beat without the sound, no sound\n  To the beat beat, ya do The Freak\n  Everybody just rock and dance to the beat\n\n  Have you ever went over a friends house to eat\n  And the food just ain't no good?\n  I mean the macaroni's soggy, the peas are mushed\n  And the chicken tastes like wood\n\n  So you try to play it off like you think you can\n  By sayin that you're full\n  And then your friend says, \"Momma, he's just being polite\n  He ain't finished, uh uh, that's bull!\"\n\n  So your heart starts pumpin', and you think of a lie\n  And you say that you already ate\n  And your friend says, \"Man, there's plenty of food!\"\n  So you pile some more on your plate\n\n  While the stinky foods steamin' your mind starts to dreamin'\n  Of the moment that it's time to leave\n  And then you look at your plate and your chickens slowly rottin'\n  Into something that looks like cheese\n\n  Oh so, you say, \"That's it, I got to leave this place\n  I don't care what these people think\n  I'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous\n  With this ugly food that stinks!\"\n\n  So you bust out the door while it's still closed\n  Still sick from the food you ate\n  And then you run to the store for quick relief\n  From a bottle of Kaopectate\n\n  And then you call your friend two weeks later\n  To see how he has been\n  And he says, \"I understand about the food, baby bubbah\n  But we're still friends\"\n\n  With a hip hop, the hippie to the hippie\n  The hip hip-a hop-a you don't stop the rockin'\n  To the bang bang boogie say up jump the boogie\n  To the rhythm of the boogie the beat\n\n  I say, Hank, can ya rock?\n  Can ya rock to the rhythm that just don't stop?\n  Can ya hip me to the shoobie doo?\n  I said, come on make the, make the people move\n\n  I go to the halls and then ring the bell\n  Because I am the man with the clientele\n  And if ya ask me why I rock so well\n  A big bang, I got clientele\n\n  And from the time I was only six years old\n  I never forgot what I was told\n  It was the best advice that I ever had\n  It came from my wise dear old dad\n\n  He said, \"Sit down, punk, I wanna talk to you\n  And don't say a word until I'm through\n  Now, there's a time to laugh, a time to cry\n  A time to live and a time to die\n\n  A time to break and a time to chill\n  To act civilized or act real ill\n  But whatever ya do in your lifetime\n  Y'never let a MC steal your rhyme!\"\n\n  So from sixty-six to this very day\n  I'll always remember what he had to say\n  So when the sucker MCs try to chump my style\n  I let them know that I'm versatile\n\n  I got style, finesse and a little black book\n  That's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look\n  But there's a thing that separates you from me\n  And that is called originality\n\n  Because my rhymes are on from what you heard\n  I didn't even bite and not a Goddamn word\n  And I say a little more later on tonight\n  So the sucker MCs can bite all night\n\n  A-tick a-tock y'all, a-beat beat y'all\n  A-let's rock y'all, ya don't stop\n  Ya go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? [(Say what?)]\n  Ya say I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'\n  Drive off in a def OJ\n  Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  Ya say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friends\n\n  A-like that y'all, to the beat y'all\n  Beat beat ya'll, ya don't stop\n  A-Master Gee, am I mellow?\n  It's on you, so whatcha gonna do?\n\n  Well, like Johnny Carson on The Late Show\n  A-like Frankie Crocker in stereo\n  Well, like The Bar-Kay's singin' Holy Ghost\n  The sounds to throw down, they're played the most\n\n  It's like my man, Captain Sky\n  Whose name he earned with his super sperm\n  We rock and we don't stop\n  Get off, y'all, I'm here to give you whatcha got\n  To the beat that it makes you freak\n  And come alive, girl, get on your feet\n\n  A-like a Perry Mason without a case\n  Like Farrah Fawcett without her face\n  Like The Bar-Kays on the mic\n  Like gettin' right down for you tonight\n\n  Like movin' your body so ya don't know how\n  Right to the rhythm and throw down\n  Like comin' alive to the Master Gee\n  The brother who rocks so viciously\n\n  I said, the age of one, my life begun\n  At the age of two, I was doin the' do\n  At the age of three, it was you and me\n  Rockin' to the sounds of the Master Gee\n\n  At the age of four, I was on the floor\n  Givin' all the freaks what they bargained for\n  At the age of five, I didn't take no jive\n  With the Master Gee, it's all the way live\n\n  At the age of six, I was a-pickin' up sticks\n  Rappin' to the beat, my stick was fixed\n  At the age of seven, I was rockin' in heaven\n  Dontcha know I went off?\n\n  I got right on down to the beat, you see\n  Gettin' right on down, makin' all the girls\n  Just take of their clothes to the beat the beat\n  To the double beat beat that makes you freak\n\n  At the age of eight, I was really great\n  'Cause every night, you see I had a date\n  At the age of nine, I was right on time\n  'Cause every night, I had a party rhyme\n\n  Goin' on n n on n on on n on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  A-sayin' on n n on n on on n on...\n  Like a hot buttered de pop de pop de pop\n  A-saying on n n on n on on n on\n  I say you don't stop, gimme what ya got\n  'Cause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mic\n  I am the definite feast delight\n  'Cause I'm a helluva man when i'm on the miC\n  I am the definite feast delight\n  Come to the Master Gee, you see\n  The brother who rocks so viciously\n"},{"id":2179225,"name":"Rapper's Delight - Long Version","trackName":"Rapper's Delight - Long Version","artistName":"The Sugarhill Gang","albumName":"Rapper's Delight","duration":876.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I said-a hip, hop, the hippie, the hippie\nTo the hip hip hop-a you don't stop the rock\nIt to the bang-bang boogie, say up jump the boogie\nTo the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\nNow what you hear is not a test: I'm rappin' to the beat\nAnd me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet\nSee, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\nTo the black, to the white, the red\nAnd the brown, the purple and yellow\nBut first I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\nSay up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\nLet's rock, you don't stop\nRock the riddle that will make your body rock\nWell, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\nAnd next on the mike is my man Hank, come on\nHank, sing that song\nCheck it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN, the O-V-A and the rest is F-L-Y\nYou see, I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\nAnd these reasons I'll tell you why\nYou see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun and I dress to a D\nYou see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali and I dress so viciously\nI got bodyguards, I got two big cars, that definitely ain't the whack\nI got a Lincoln continental and a sunroof Cadillac\nSo after school, I take a dip in the pool,\nWhich is really on the wall\nI got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\nHear me talking 'bout checkbooks, credit cards,\nMore money than a sucker could ever spend\nBut I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the\nRucker, not a dime 'til I made it again\nEverybody go: Hotel, motel\nWhatcha gonna do today (Say what?)\n'Cause I'ma get a fly girl\nGonna get some spank and drive off in a def OJ\nEverybody go: Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\nYou see, if your girl starts acting up, then you take her friend\nUh Master Gee, my mellow?\nIt's on you so what you gonna do?\nWell it's on and on and on, on and on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nI said a M-A-S, a T-E-R, a G with a double E\nI said I go by the unforgettable name of the man\nThey call the Master Gee\nWell, my name is known all over the world\nBy all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\nI'm going down in history\nAs the baddest rapper there ever could be\nNow I'm feeling the highs and you're feeling the lows\nThe beat starts getting into your toes\nYou start popping your fingers and stomping your feet\nAnd moving your body while you're sitting in your seat\nAnd then damn, you start doing the freak\nI said damn, right outta your seat\nThen you throw your hands high in the air\nYou're rocking to the rhythm, shake your derriere\nYa rockin' to the beat without a care\nWith the sureshot MCs for the affair\nNow, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\nBut I rap to the beat just the same\nI got a little face, and a pair of brown eyes\nAll I'm here to do, ladies, is hypnotize\nSinging on an' an' on an' on, on an' on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nSinging on an' an' on an' on, on an' on\nLike a hot party the pop the pop the pop dibbie dibbie\nPop the pop, pop, you don't dare stop\nCome alive y'all, gimme whatcha got\nI guess by now you can take a hunch\nAnd find that I am the baby of the bunch\nBut that's okay, I still keep in stride\n'Cos all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\nSingin' on'n'n'on'n'on n'on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nSingin' on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on\nRock rock, y'all, throw it on the floor\nI'm gonna freak ya here I'm gonna freak you there\nI'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n'Cos I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\nI'll put TNT tickin' in your behind\nI said one, two, three, four, come on, girls, get on the floor\nA-come alive, y'all, a-gimme whatcha got\n'Cos I'm guaranteed to make you rock\nI said one, two, three, four, tell me, Wonder Mike\nWhat are you waiting for?\nI said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\nTo the hip hip hop and you don't stop\nThe rock it to the bang bang the boogie\nSay up jump the boogie, dig the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\nSkiddlee beebop a we rock a scooby doo\nAnd guess what, America: we love you\n'Cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\nYou could rock 'til you're a hundred and one years old\nI don't mean to brag I don't mean to boast\nBut we like hot butter on a breakfast toast\nRock it up, uh, baby bubbah\nBaby bubbah to the boogie the bang bang the boogie\nTo the beat beat, it's so unique\nCome on, everybody, and dance to the beat\nA hip hop the hippie the hippie\nTo the hip hip hop and you don't stop\nThe rock it out baby boppa to the boogity bang bang\nBoogie to the boogie, the beat\nI said I can't wait 'til the end of the week\nWhen I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\nAn attempt to raise your body heat\nJust blow your mind so that you can't speak\nTo do a thing but a rock and shuffle your feet\nAnd let it change up to a dance called the freak\nAnd when ya finally do come into your rhythmic beat\nRest a little while so ya don't get weak\nI know a man named Hank\nHe has more rhymes than a serious bank\nSo come on Hank, uh, sing that song\nTo the rhythm of the boogie the bang bang the bong\nWell, I'm imp the dimp, the ladies pimp\nThe women fight for my delight\nBut I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\nThat shock the house for the young ladies\nAnd when you come inside, into the front\nYou do the freak, spank, and do the bump\nAnd when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\nWe're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\nA-from sun-to-sun and from day-to-day\nI sit down and write a brand new rhyme\nBecause they say that miracles never cease\nI've created a devastating masterpiece\nI'm gonna rock the mike 'til you can't resist\nEverybody, I say, it goes like this\nWell, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\nA reporter stopped me for a interview\nShe said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\nThat I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\nThis young reporter, I did adore\nSo I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\nShe said, \"Damn, fly guy, I'm in love with you!\nThe Casanova legend must have been true!\"\nI said, \"By the way, baby, what's your name?\"\nSaid, \"I go by the name Lois Lane\nAnd you could be my boyfriend, you surely can\nJust let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\"\nI said, \"He's a fairy, I do suppose\nFlyin' through the air in pantyhose\nHe may be very sexy or even cute\nBut he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\"\nI said, \"You need a man who's got finesse\nAnd his whole name across his chest\nHe may be able to fly all through the night\nBut can he rock a party 'til the early light?\nHe can't satisfy you with his little worm\nBut I can bust you out with my super sperm!\"\nI gon' do it, I gon' do it, I gon' do it, do it, do it\n\nAnd I'm here, and I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\nJust throw your hands up in the air\nAnd party hardy like you just don't care\nLet's do it, don't stop y'all\nA-tick a-tock, y'all, you don't stop!\nGo hotel, motel","syncedLyrics":"[00:35.18] I said a hip, hop, the hippie, the hippie\n[00:37.56] To the hip hip hop and you don't stop the rock\n[00:39.29] And to the bang bang boogie, say up jump the boogie\n[00:41.34] To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\n[00:43.67] Now what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin' to the beat\n[00:47.97] And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet\n[00:52.26] You see I am Wonder Mike and I'd like to say hello\n[00:56.64] To the black, to the white, the red\n[00:58.35] And the brown, the purple and yellow\n[01:00.75] But first, I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\n[01:03.01] Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\n[01:05.47] Let's rock, you don't stop\n[01:07.68] Rock the rhythm that'll make your body rock\n[01:09.91] Well so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along\n[01:14.09] And next on the mic is my man Hank, come on Hank, sing that song\n[01:18.25] Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN, the O-V-A\n[01:20.42] And the rest is F-L-Y\n[01:22.63] You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\n[01:25.51] And these reasons I'll tell you why\n[01:27.07] You see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun\n[01:29.10] And I dress to a T\n[01:31.40] You see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali\n[01:33.19] And I dress so viciously\n[01:35.93] I got bodyguards, I got two big cars\n[01:37.44] I definitely ain't the wack\n[01:40.09] I got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac\n[01:44.76] So after school I take a dip in the pool, which is really on the wall\n[01:48.45] I got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\n[01:52.71] Hear me talkin' about checkbooks, credit cards, more money\n[01:54.79] Than a sucker could ever spend\n[01:56.92] But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the Rucker\n[01:59.59] Not a dime 'til I made it again\n[02:01.55] [Interlude: Hank & (3rd MC)\n[02:02.32] Everybody go hotel, motel\n[02:04.02] What you gonna do today? (Say what?)\n[02:06.22] 'Cause I'm gonna get a fly girl\n[02:07.60] Gonna get some spank and drive off in a def OJ\n[02:09.67] Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n[02:14.65] You see if your girl starts acting up\n[02:16.85] Then you take her friend, Master Gee\n[02:19.52] My mellow is on you, so what you gonna do?\n[02:23.05] Well it's on and on and on, on and on\n[02:25.40] The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n[02:28.19] I said a M-A-S, a T-E-R, a G with a double E\n[02:31.66] I said I go by the unforgettable name\n[02:34.98] Of the man they call the Master Gee\n[02:36.14] Well, my name is known all over the world\n[02:38.38] By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\n[02:40.72] I'm going down in history\n[02:42.56] As the baddest rapper there ever could be\n[02:45.06] Now I'm feeling the highs and you're feeling the lows\n[02:47.02] The beat starts getting into your toes\n[02:49.15] You start popping your fingers and stomping your feet\n[02:51.26] And moving your body while you're sitting in your seat\n[02:53.74] And then damn, you start doing the freak\n[02:55.59] I said damn, right out of your seat\n[02:57.74] Then you throw your hands high in the air\n[02:59.99] You're rocking to the rhythm, shake your derriere\n[03:02.02] You're rocking to the beat without a care\n[03:04.05] 'Cause we're the sure-shot MCs for the affair\n[03:06.58] Now I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\n[03:08.66] But I rap to the beat just the same\n[03:10.83] I got a little face and a pair of brown eyes\n[03:12.94] All I'm here to do, ladies, is hypnotize\n[03:14.78] Singing on and on and on, on and on\n[03:16.96] The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n[03:19.26] I'm singing on and on and on, on and on\n[03:21.47] Like a hot buttered pop, the pop, the pop\n[03:23.63] Dibbie-dibbie-pop, the pop pop, you don't dare stop\n[03:25.92] Come alive, y'all, give me what you got\n[03:27.51] I guess by now you can take a hunch\n[03:29.55] And find that I am the baby of the bunch\n[03:32.36] But that's okay, I still keep in stride\n[03:33.93] 'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\n[03:36.73] Singing on and on and on and on\n[03:38.33] The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n[03:40.82] Singing on and on and on, on and on\n[03:43.38] Like rock, y'all, get on the floor\n[03:45.23] I'm gonna freak you here, I'm gonna freak you there\n[03:46.84] I'm gonna move you out of this atmosphere\n[03:49.63] 'Cause I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\n[03:51.68] I'll put the jig jig jiggles in your behind\n[03:53.36] I said one, two, three, four\n[03:56.29] Come on, girls, get on the floor\n[03:58.15] Come alive, y'all, give me what you got\n[04:00.60] 'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock\n[04:02.67] I said one, two, three, four\n[04:04.79] Tell me Wonder Mike, what are you waiting for?\n[04:06.89] I said a hip, hop, the hippie to the hippie\n[04:09.20] To the hip hip hop and you don't stop the rock\n[04:11.23] And to the bang bang the boogie, say up jump the boogie\n[04:13.38] To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\n[04:15.37] Skiddlee-be-bop, we rock a scooby-doo\n[04:16.96] And guess what, America, we love you\n[04:19.81] 'Cause you rock and roll with so much soul\n[04:21.95] You can rock 'til you're a hundred and one years old\n[04:24.12] I don't mean to brag, I don't mean to boast\n[04:26.38] But we're like hot butter on a breakfast toast\n[04:28.32] Rock it out, baby bubba\n[04:30.75] Baby bubba to the boogie, the bang bang the boogie\n[04:32.88] To the beat, beat, so unique\n[04:34.93] Come on everybody and dance to the beat\n[04:55.49] I said a hip, hop, the hippie, the hippie\n[04:57.16] To the hip hip hop and you don't stop\n[04:59.47] Rock it out baby bubba to the boogie, the bang bang the boogie\n[05:01.61] To the boogie, the beat\n[05:03.68] I say I can't wait 'til the end of the week\n[05:05.68] When I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\n[05:07.90] In attempt to raise your body heat\n[05:09.82] I just blow your mind so that you can't speak\n[05:12.20] And do a thing but a rock and shuffle your feet\n[05:14.32] And later change up to a dance called the freak\n[05:16.40] And when you finally do come into your rhythmic peak\n[05:18.47] Rest a little while so you don't get weak\n[05:20.63] I know a man named Hank\n[05:22.73] He has more rhymes than a serious bank\n[05:25.05] So come on, Hank, sing that song\n[05:27.10] To the rhythm of the boogie, the bang bang the bong\n[05:29.22] Well I'm Imp the Dimp, the ladies' pimp\n[05:31.34] The women fight for my delight\n[05:33.61] But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\n[05:35.65] That shock the house for the young ladies\n[05:37.82] And when you come inside into the front\n[05:40.08] You do the freak spank and do the bump\n[05:42.11] And when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n[05:44.33] We're Treacherous Trio, we're in a serious joint\n[05:46.43] From sun to sun and from day to day\n[05:48.44] I sit down and write a brand new rhyme\n[05:50.61] Because they say that miracles never cease\n[05:52.84] I've created a devastating masterpiece\n[05:54.98] I'm gonna rock the mic so you can't resist\n[05:57.81] Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n[05:59.49] You see if your girl starts acting up\n[05:59.98] Then you take her friend, Master Gee\n[06:00.15] My mellow is on you, so what you gonna do?\n[06:01.35] Well, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\n[06:02.30] Reporter stopped me for an interview\n[06:03.85] She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\n[06:05.91] That I'm vicious on the mic and the turntable\n[06:08.20] This young reporter I did adore\n[06:10.26] So I rocked the vicious rhyme like I never did before\n[06:12.13] She said, \"Damn, fly guy, I'm in love with you\n[06:14.32] The Casanova legend must've been true\"\n[06:16.75] I said, \"By the way, baby, what's your name?\"\n[06:18.98] Said, \"I go by the name Lois Lane\n[06:20.94] And you can be my boyfriend, you surely can\n[06:23.28] Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\"\n[06:25.35] I said, \"He's a fairy, I do suppose\n[06:27.65] Flyin' through the air in pantyhose\n[06:29.69] He may be very sexy or even cute\n[06:31.90] But he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\"\n[06:34.06] I said, \"You need a man who's got finesse\n[06:36.14] And his whole name across his chest\n[06:38.31] He may be able to fly all through the night\n[06:40.43] But can he rock a party 'til the early light?\n[06:42.76] He can't satisfy you with his little worm\n[06:44.85] But I can bust ya out with my supersperm\"\n[06:46.95] I go, do it, I go, do it\n[06:49.01] I go, do it, do it, do it\n[06:51.36] And I'm here, and I'm there\n[06:53.51] I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\n[06:55.50] Just throw your hands up in the air\n[06:57.66] And party hardy like you just don't care\n[06:59.88] Let's do it, don't stop, y'all\n[07:02.17] A tick a tock, y'all, ya don't stop\n[07:04.33] Go hotel, motel\n[07:06.62] What you gonna do today? (Say what?)\n[07:08.58] So go get a fly girl, gonna get some spank\n[07:10.57] And drive off in a def OJ\n[07:12.35] Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n[07:16.86] You say if your girl starts acting up\n[07:19.22] Then you take her friend\n[07:21.46] I say skip, dive, what can I say?\n[07:23.88] I can't fit 'em all inside my OJ\n[07:25.96] So I just take half and bust 'em out\n[07:28.05] I give the rest to Master Gee so he can shock the house\n[07:30.24] It was twelve o'clock on one Friday night\n[07:32.54] I was rockin' to the beat, feelin' alright\n[07:34.41] Everybody was dancin' on the floor\n[07:35.79] Doin' all the things they never did before\n[07:38.64] And then this fly, fly girl with a sexy lean\n[07:40.79] She came into the party, she came into the scene\n[07:43.03] As she traveled deeper inside the room\n[07:45.19] All the fellas checked out her wise-ass tune\n[07:47.41] She came up to the table, looked into my eye\n[07:49.77] Then she turned it around and shook her behind\n[07:52.05] So I said to myself it's time for me to release\n[07:53.86] My vicious rhyme, I call my masterpiece\n[07:56.03] And now people in the house, this is just for you\n[07:58.15] A little rap to make you boogaloo\n[08:00.34] Now the group you hear is called Phase Two\n[08:02.52] And let me tell you somethin', we're a hell of a crew\n[08:04.55] Once a week we're on the street\n[08:06.91] Just a-cuttin' the jams and makin' you freak\n[08:08.90] For you to party, got to have the moves\n[08:11.11] And we'll get right down and give you a groove\n[08:13.33] And for you to dance, you got to be hot\n[08:15.64] So we'll get right down and make you rock\n[08:17.69] Now the system's on and the girls are there\n[08:19.89] You definitely have a rockin' affair\n[08:22.07] But let me tell you somethin', there's still one fact\n[08:24.16] That to have a party, got to have a rap\n[08:25.41] So when the party's over, you're makin' it home\n[08:28.53] And tryin' to sleep before the break of dawn\n[08:30.74] And while you're sleepin' you start to dream\n[08:32.96] And think of how you danced on a disco scene\n[08:35.20] A name appears in your mind\n[08:37.68] Yeah, a name you know that was right on time\n[08:39.41] It was Phase Two, a-just a-doin' the do\n[08:41.60] Rockin' you down 'cause you know we cool\n[08:43.86] To the rhythm of the beat that makes you freak\n[08:45.94] A-come alive, girls, get on your feet\n[08:48.10] A-to the rhythm of the beat, to the beat, the beat\n[08:50.20] To the double beat-beat that makes you freak\n[08:52.23] A-to the rhythm of the beat that says you go on\n[08:54.40] On and on until the break of dawn\n[08:56.57] Ah, I got a man comin' on right now\n[08:58.99] He's guaranteed to throw down\n[09:01.18] He goes by the name of Wonder Mike\n[09:03.29] Come on, Wonder Mike, do what you like\n[09:04.74] Sing it\n[09:05.51] Can of beer that's sweeter than honey\n[09:07.32] Like a millionaire that has no money\n[09:09.60] Like a rainy day that is not wet\n[09:11.72] Like a gambling fiend that does not bet\n[09:13.83] Like Dracula without his fangs\n[09:16.01] Like the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang\n[09:18.14] Like collard greens that don't taste good\n[09:20.25] Like a tree that's not made out of wood\n[09:22.41] Like goin' up and not comin' down\n[09:24.62] Is just like the beat without the sound, no sound\n[09:26.92] To the beat, beat, you do the freak\n[09:29.05] Everybody just rock and dance to the beat\n[09:31.03] Have you ever went over a friend's house to eat\n[09:33.56] And the food just ain't no good?\n[09:35.51] I mean the macaroni's soggy, the peas are mushed\n[09:37.40] And the chicken tastes like wood\n[09:39.46] So you try to play it off like you think you can\n[09:41.89] By sayin' that you're full\n[09:44.10] And then your friend says, \"Momma, he's just bein' polite\n[09:46.06] He ain't finished, uh-uh, that's bull\"\n[09:47.54] So your heart starts pumpin' and you think of a lie\n[09:50.45] And you say that you already ate\n[09:52.64] And your friend says, \"Man, there's plenty of food\"\n[09:54.54] So he piles some more on your plate\n[09:56.98] But while the sticky food's steamin', your mind starts to dream\n[09:59.14] Of the moment it's time to leave\n[10:01.31] And then you look at your plate\n[10:02.68] And your chicken's slowly rottin'\n[10:03.72] Into somethin' that looks like cheese\n[10:04.73] So you say, \"That's it, I got to leave this place\n[10:07.74] I don't care what these people think\n[10:09.77] I'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous\n[10:12.07] With this ugly food that stinks\"\n[10:14.30] So you bust out the door while it's still closed\n[10:16.69] Still sick from the food you ate\n[10:18.43] And then you run to the store for quick relief\n[10:20.53] From a bottle of Kaopectate\n[10:22.69] And then you call your friend two weeks later\n[10:24.88] To see how he has been\n[10:27.20] And he says \"I understand about the food, babe\n[10:29.40] But, Bubba, well, we're still friends\"\n[10:31.36] With a hip, hop, the hippie to the hippie\n[10:33.73] The hip-hip a-hop, you don't stop the rockin'\n[10:35.86] To the bang-bang boogie, say up jump the boogie\n[10:37.82] To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\n[10:39.85] I said, \"Hank, can you rock?\n[10:41.95] Can you rock to the rhythm that just don't stop?\n[10:44.29] Can you hip me to the shoobie-doo?\"\n[10:46.47] I said, \"Come on, make, make the people move\"\n[10:48.46] I go to the halls and then ring the bell\n[10:50.58] Because I am the man with the clientele\n[10:52.76] And if you ask me why I rock so well\n[10:55.03] I'm Big Bank, I got clientele\n[10:57.21] From the time I was only six years old\n[10:59.36] I never forgot what I was told\n[11:01.45] It was the best advice that I ever had\n[11:03.78] It came from my wise and dear old dad\n[11:05.86] He said, \"Sit down, punk, I wanna talk to you\n[11:07.80] And don't say a word until I'm through\n[11:10.12] Now there's a time to laugh, a time to cry\n[11:12.29] A time to live and a time to die\n[11:14.33] A time to break and a time to chill\n[11:16.59] To act civilized or act real ill\n[11:18.76] But whatever you do in your lifetime\n[11:21.04] You never let an MC steal your rhyme\"\n[11:23.08] So from '66 to this very day\n[11:25.38] I'll always remember what he had to say\n[11:27.36] So when the sucker MCs try to jump my style\n[11:29.66] I let them know that I'm versatile\n[11:31.77] I got style, finesse, and a little black book\n[11:33.85] That's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look\n[11:36.06] But the thing that separates you from me\n[11:38.12] And that is called originality\n[11:40.59] Because my rhymes are on from what you've heard\n[11:42.43] I didn't even bite, not a goddamn word\n[11:44.85] And I'll say a little more later on tonight\n[11:46.85] So the sucker MCs can fight all night\n[11:49.18] A tick a tock, y'all, a beat, beat, y'all\n[11:51.14] Let's rock, y'all, ya don't stop\n[11:53.13] Go hotel, motel\n[11:55.44] What you gonna do today? (Say what?)\n[11:57.60] So go get a fly girl, gonna get some spank\n[11:59.89] And drive off in a def OJ\n[12:01.08] Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n[12:05.82] You say if your girl starts acting up\n[12:08.34] Then you take her friend\n[12:10.22] I say skip, dive, what can I say?\n[12:12.91] I can't fit 'em all inside my OJ\n[12:13.80] So I just take half and bust 'em out\n[12:15.01] I give the rest to Master Gee so he can shock the\n[12:19.04] HouseWell, like Johnny Carson on the late show\n[12:21.48] Like Frankie Crocker in stereo\n[12:23.56] Like the Bar-Kays singin' Holy Ghost\n[12:25.72] The sounds that throw down are definitely the most\n[12:28.02] Just like my man Captain Sky\n[12:30.19] He's named D. Earn with the super sperm\n[12:31.80] We rock and we don't stop\n[12:34.30] Get off y'all, I'm here to give you what you got\n[12:36.84] To the beat that makes you freak\n[12:38.77] Come alive girl, get on your feet\n[12:40.87] Like Perry Mason without a case\n[12:43.19] Like Farrah Fawcett without her face\n[12:45.23] Like the Bar-Kays on the mic\n[12:47.58] Like gettin' right down for you tonight\n[12:49.59] Like movin' your body 'til you don't know how\n[12:51.97] Right to the rhythm and throw down\n[12:54.03] Like comin' alive to the Master Gee\n[12:56.44] The brother who rocks so viciously\n[12:58.65] I said at the age of one my life begun\n[13:00.68] At the age of two I was doin' the do\n[13:02.86] At the age of three it was you and me\n[13:04.90] Rockin' to the sounds of the Master Gee\n[13:07.08] At the age of four I was on the floor\n[13:09.23] Givin' all the freaks what they bargained for\n[13:11.47] At the age of five I didn't take no jive\n[13:13.81] With the Master Gee, it's all the way live\n[13:15.87] At the age of six I was pickin' up sticks\n[13:17.89] Rappin' to the beat, my stick was slick\n[13:20.12] At the age of seven I was rockin' in heaven\n[13:22.37] Don't you know, I went off\n[13:24.00] I gotta run on down to the beat, you see\n[13:26.76] Gettin' right on down\n[13:28.24] Makin' all the girls just take off their clothes\n[13:30.26] To the beat, the beat to the double B beat\n[13:32.18] That makes you freak\n[13:33.37] At the age of eight I was really great\n[13:35.44] 'Cause every night, you see, I had a date\n[13:37.57] At the age of nine I was right on time\n[13:39.78] 'Cause every night, you see, I had a partner rhyme\n[13:41.78] Goin' on and on and on on and on\n[13:43.73] The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n[13:46.33] It's goin' on and on and on on and on\n[13:48.68] Like a hot potato poppin' and rockin' and rock on\n[13:50.96] Goin' on and on and on and on\n[13:51.83] You don't stop, rock, rock on\n[13:54.17] Give me what you got\n[13:55.22] 'Cause I'm a hell of a man when I'm on the mic\n[13:57.36] And I am the definite freaks delight\n[13:59.31] I'm a hell of a man when I'm on the mic\n[14:01.58] I am the definite freaks delight\n[14:03.73] He called me the Master Gee, you see\n[14:05.47] The brother who rocks so viciously\n[14:08.16] And at the age of eight I wanna go on date\n[14:10.32] I wanna go on date 'cause I'm all the kind\n[14:12.89] To shock the mind, I'm all the kind\n[14:16.23] To really get you behind\n[14:17.33] The Master Gee, the Master Gee\n[14:19.67] Is movin' to the rhythm of love the best\n[14:21.72] Master Gee, get it on\n[14:23.74] Take it all you girls\n[14:25.75] Come on over here\n[14:27.63] Come on, y'all\n[14:29.99] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rapper's Delight - Long Version\n  artist: The Sugarhill Gang\n  album: Rapper's Delight\n  duration_ms: 876000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I said a hip, hop, the hippie, the hippie\n  start_ms: 35180\n  end_ms: 37560\n- text: To the hip hip hop and you don't stop the rock\n  start_ms: 37560\n  end_ms: 39290\n- text: And to the bang bang boogie, say up jump the boogie\n  start_ms: 39290\n  end_ms: 41340\n- text: To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\n  start_ms: 41340\n  end_ms: 43670\n- text: Now what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin' to the beat\n  start_ms: 43670\n  end_ms: 47970\n- text: And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet\n  start_ms: 47970\n  end_ms: 52260\n- text: You see I am Wonder Mike and I'd like to say hello\n  start_ms: 52260\n  end_ms: 56640\n- text: To the black, to the white, the red\n  start_ms: 56640\n  end_ms: 58350\n- text: And the brown, the purple and yellow\n  start_ms: 58350\n  end_ms: 60750\n- text: But first, I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\n  start_ms: 60750\n  end_ms: 63010\n- text: Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\n  start_ms: 63010\n  end_ms: 65470\n- text: Let's rock, you don't stop\n  start_ms: 65470\n  end_ms: 67680\n- text: Rock the rhythm that'll make your body rock\n  start_ms: 67680\n  end_ms: 69910\n- text: Well so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along\n  start_ms: 69910\n  end_ms: 74090\n- text: And next on the mic is my man Hank, come on Hank, sing that song\n  start_ms: 74090\n  end_ms: 78250\n- text: Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN, the O-V-A\n  start_ms: 78250\n  end_ms: 80420\n- text: And the rest is F-L-Y\n  start_ms: 80420\n  end_ms: 82630\n- text: You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\n  start_ms: 82630\n  end_ms: 85510\n- text: And these reasons I'll tell you why\n  start_ms: 85510\n  end_ms: 87070\n- text: You see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun\n  start_ms: 87070\n  end_ms: 89100\n- text: And I dress to a T\n  start_ms: 89100\n  end_ms: 91400\n- text: You see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali\n  start_ms: 91400\n  end_ms: 93190\n- text: And I dress so viciously\n  start_ms: 93190\n  end_ms: 95930\n- text: I got bodyguards, I got two big cars\n  start_ms: 95930\n  end_ms: 97440\n- text: I definitely ain't the wack\n  start_ms: 97440\n  end_ms: 100090\n- text: I got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac\n  start_ms: 100090\n  end_ms: 104760\n- text: So after school I take a dip in the pool, which is really on the wall\n  start_ms: 104760\n  end_ms: 108450\n- text: I got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\n  start_ms: 108450\n  end_ms: 112710\n- text: Hear me talkin' about checkbooks, credit cards, more money\n  start_ms: 112710\n  end_ms: 114790\n- text: Than a sucker could ever spend\n  start_ms: 114790\n  end_ms: 116920\n- text: But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the Rucker\n  start_ms: 116920\n  end_ms: 119590\n- text: Not a dime 'til I made it again\n  start_ms: 119590\n  end_ms: 121550\n- text: '[Interlude: Hank & (3rd MC)'\n  start_ms: 121550\n  end_ms: 122320\n- text: Everybody go hotel, motel\n  start_ms: 122320\n  end_ms: 124020\n- text: What you gonna do today? (Say what?)\n  start_ms: 124020\n  end_ms: 126220\n- text: '''Cause I''m gonna get a fly girl'\n  start_ms: 126220\n  end_ms: 127600\n- text: Gonna get some spank and drive off in a def OJ\n  start_ms: 127600\n  end_ms: 129670\n- text: Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  start_ms: 129670\n  end_ms: 134650\n- text: You see if your girl starts acting up\n  start_ms: 134650\n  end_ms: 136850\n- text: Then you take her friend, Master Gee\n  start_ms: 136850\n  end_ms: 139520\n- text: My mellow is on you, so what you gonna do?\n  start_ms: 139520\n  end_ms: 143050\n- text: Well it's on and on and on, on and on\n  start_ms: 143050\n  end_ms: 145400\n- text: The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  start_ms: 145400\n  end_ms: 148190\n- text: I said a M-A-S, a T-E-R, a G with a double E\n  start_ms: 148190\n  end_ms: 151660\n- text: I said I go by the unforgettable name\n  start_ms: 151660\n  end_ms: 154980\n- text: Of the man they call the Master Gee\n  start_ms: 154980\n  end_ms: 156140\n- text: Well, my name is known all over the world\n  start_ms: 156140\n  end_ms: 158380\n- text: By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\n  start_ms: 158380\n  end_ms: 160720\n- text: I'm going down in history\n  start_ms: 160720\n  end_ms: 162560\n- text: As the baddest rapper there ever could be\n  start_ms: 162560\n  end_ms: 165060\n- text: Now I'm feeling the highs and you're feeling the lows\n  start_ms: 165060\n  end_ms: 167020\n- text: The beat starts getting into your toes\n  start_ms: 167020\n  end_ms: 169150\n- text: You start popping your fingers and stomping your feet\n  start_ms: 169150\n  end_ms: 171260\n- text: And moving your body while you're sitting in your seat\n  start_ms: 171260\n  end_ms: 173740\n- text: And then damn, you start doing the freak\n  start_ms: 173740\n  end_ms: 175590\n- text: I said damn, right out of your seat\n  start_ms: 175590\n  end_ms: 177740\n- text: Then you throw your hands high in the air\n  start_ms: 177740\n  end_ms: 179990\n- text: You're rocking to the rhythm, shake your derriere\n  start_ms: 179990\n  end_ms: 182020\n- text: You're rocking to the beat without a care\n  start_ms: 182020\n  end_ms: 184050\n- text: '''Cause we''re the sure-shot MCs for the affair'\n  start_ms: 184050\n  end_ms: 186580\n- text: Now I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\n  start_ms: 186580\n  end_ms: 188660\n- text: But I rap to the beat just the same\n  start_ms: 188660\n  end_ms: 190830\n- text: I got a little face and a pair of brown eyes\n  start_ms: 190830\n  end_ms: 192940\n- text: All I'm here to do, ladies, is hypnotize\n  start_ms: 192940\n  end_ms: 194780\n- text: Singing on and on and on, on and on\n  start_ms: 194780\n  end_ms: 196960\n- text: The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  start_ms: 196960\n  end_ms: 199260\n- text: I'm singing on and on and on, on and on\n  start_ms: 199260\n  end_ms: 201470\n- text: Like a hot buttered pop, the pop, the pop\n  start_ms: 201470\n  end_ms: 203630\n- 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move you out of this atmosphere\n  start_ms: 226840\n  end_ms: 229630\n- text: '''Cause I''m one of a kind and I''ll shock your mind'\n  start_ms: 229630\n  end_ms: 231680\n- text: I'll put the jig jig jiggles in your behind\n  start_ms: 231680\n  end_ms: 233360\n- text: I said one, two, three, four\n  start_ms: 233360\n  end_ms: 236290\n- text: Come on, girls, get on the floor\n  start_ms: 236290\n  end_ms: 238150\n- text: Come alive, y'all, give me what you got\n  start_ms: 238150\n  end_ms: 240600\n- text: '''Cause I''m guaranteed to make you rock'\n  start_ms: 240600\n  end_ms: 242670\n- text: I said one, two, three, four\n  start_ms: 242670\n  end_ms: 244790\n- text: Tell me Wonder Mike, what are you waiting for?\n  start_ms: 244790\n  end_ms: 246890\n- text: I said a hip, hop, the hippie to the hippie\n  start_ms: 246890\n  end_ms: 249200\n- text: To the hip hip hop and you don't stop the rock\n  start_ms: 249200\n  end_ms: 251230\n- text: And to the bang bang the boogie, say up jump the boogie\n  start_ms: 251230\n  end_ms: 253380\n- text: To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\n  start_ms: 253380\n  end_ms: 255370\n- text: Skiddlee-be-bop, we rock a scooby-doo\n  start_ms: 255370\n  end_ms: 256960\n- text: And guess what, America, we love you\n  start_ms: 256960\n  end_ms: 259810\n- text: '''Cause you rock and roll with so much soul'\n  start_ms: 259810\n  end_ms: 261950\n- text: You can rock 'til you're a hundred and one years old\n  start_ms: 261950\n  end_ms: 264120\n- text: I don't mean to brag, I don't mean to boast\n  start_ms: 264120\n  end_ms: 266380\n- text: But we're like hot butter on a breakfast toast\n  start_ms: 266380\n  end_ms: 268320\n- text: Rock it out, baby bubba\n  start_ms: 268320\n  end_ms: 270750\n- text: Baby bubba to the boogie, the bang bang the boogie\n  start_ms: 270750\n  end_ms: 272880\n- text: To the beat, beat, so unique\n  start_ms: 272880\n  end_ms: 274930\n- text: Come on everybody and dance to the beat\n  start_ms: 274930\n  end_ms: 295490\n- text: I said a hip, hop, the hippie, the hippie\n  start_ms: 295490\n  end_ms: 297160\n- text: To the hip hip hop and you don't stop\n  start_ms: 297160\n  end_ms: 299470\n- text: Rock it out baby bubba to the boogie, the bang bang the boogie\n  start_ms: 299470\n  end_ms: 301610\n- text: To the boogie, the beat\n  start_ms: 301610\n  end_ms: 303680\n- text: I say I can't wait 'til the end of the week\n  start_ms: 303680\n  end_ms: 305680\n- text: When I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\n  start_ms: 305680\n  end_ms: 307900\n- text: In attempt to raise your body heat\n  start_ms: 307900\n  end_ms: 309820\n- text: I just blow your mind so that you can't speak\n  start_ms: 309820\n  end_ms: 312200\n- text: And do a thing but a rock and shuffle your feet\n  start_ms: 312200\n  end_ms: 314320\n- text: And later change up to a dance called the freak\n  start_ms: 314320\n  end_ms: 316400\n- text: And when you finally do come into your rhythmic peak\n  start_ms: 316400\n  end_ms: 318470\n- text: Rest a little while so you don't get weak\n  start_ms: 318470\n  end_ms: 320630\n- text: I know a man named Hank\n  start_ms: 320630\n  end_ms: 322730\n- text: He has more rhymes than a serious bank\n  start_ms: 322730\n  end_ms: 325050\n- text: So come on, Hank, sing that song\n  start_ms: 325050\n  end_ms: 327100\n- text: To the rhythm of the boogie, the bang bang the bong\n  start_ms: 327100\n  end_ms: 329220\n- text: Well I'm Imp the Dimp, the ladies' pimp\n  start_ms: 329220\n  end_ms: 331340\n- text: The women fight for my delight\n  start_ms: 331340\n  end_ms: 333610\n- text: But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\n  start_ms: 333610\n  end_ms: 335650\n- text: That shock the house for the young ladies\n  start_ms: 335650\n  end_ms: 337820\n- text: And when you come inside into the front\n  start_ms: 337820\n  end_ms: 340080\n- text: You do the freak spank and do the bump\n  start_ms: 340080\n  end_ms: 342110\n- text: And when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n  start_ms: 342110\n  end_ms: 344330\n- text: We're Treacherous Trio, we're in a serious joint\n  start_ms: 344330\n  end_ms: 346430\n- text: From sun to sun and from day to day\n  start_ms: 346430\n  end_ms: 348440\n- text: I sit down and write a brand new rhyme\n  start_ms: 348440\n  end_ms: 350610\n- text: Because they say that miracles never cease\n  start_ms: 350610\n  end_ms: 352840\n- text: I've created a devastating masterpiece\n  start_ms: 352840\n  end_ms: 354980\n- text: I'm gonna rock the mic so you can't resist\n  start_ms: 354980\n  end_ms: 357810\n- text: Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  start_ms: 357810\n  end_ms: 359490\n- text: You see if your girl starts acting up\n  start_ms: 359490\n  end_ms: 359980\n- text: Then you take her friend, Master Gee\n  start_ms: 359980\n  end_ms: 360150\n- text: My mellow is on you, so what you gonna do?\n  start_ms: 360150\n  end_ms: 361350\n- text: Well, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\n  start_ms: 361350\n  end_ms: 362300\n- text: Reporter stopped me for an interview\n  start_ms: 362300\n  end_ms: 363850\n- text: She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\n  start_ms: 363850\n  end_ms: 365910\n- text: That I'm vicious on the mic and the turntable\n  start_ms: 365910\n  end_ms: 368200\n- text: This young reporter I did adore\n  start_ms: 368200\n  end_ms: 370260\n- text: So I rocked the vicious rhyme like I never did before\n  start_ms: 370260\n  end_ms: 372130\n- text: She said, \"Damn, fly guy, I'm in love with you\n  start_ms: 372130\n  end_ms: 374320\n- text: The Casanova legend must've been true\"\n  start_ms: 374320\n  end_ms: 376750\n- text: I said, \"By the way, baby, what's your name?\"\n  start_ms: 376750\n  end_ms: 378980\n- text: Said, \"I go by the name Lois Lane\n  start_ms: 378980\n  end_ms: 380940\n- text: And you can be my boyfriend, you surely can\n  start_ms: 380940\n  end_ms: 383280\n- text: Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\"\n  start_ms: 383280\n  end_ms: 385350\n- text: I said, \"He's a fairy, I do suppose\n  start_ms: 385350\n  end_ms: 387650\n- text: Flyin' through the air in pantyhose\n  start_ms: 387650\n  end_ms: 389690\n- text: He may be very sexy or even cute\n  start_ms: 389690\n  end_ms: 391900\n- text: But he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\"\n  start_ms: 391900\n  end_ms: 394060\n- text: I said, \"You need a man who's got finesse\n  start_ms: 394060\n  end_ms: 396140\n- text: And his whole name across his chest\n  start_ms: 396140\n  end_ms: 398310\n- text: He may be able to fly all through the night\n  start_ms: 398310\n  end_ms: 400430\n- text: But can he rock a party 'til the early light?\n  start_ms: 400430\n  end_ms: 402760\n- text: He can't satisfy you with his little worm\n  start_ms: 402760\n  end_ms: 404850\n- text: But I can bust ya out with my supersperm\"\n  start_ms: 404850\n  end_ms: 406950\n- text: I go, do it, I go, do it\n  start_ms: 406950\n  end_ms: 409010\n- text: I go, do it, do it, do it\n  start_ms: 409010\n  end_ms: 411360\n- text: And I'm here, and I'm there\n  start_ms: 411360\n  end_ms: 413510\n- text: I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\n  start_ms: 413510\n  end_ms: 415500\n- text: Just throw your hands up in the air\n  start_ms: 415500\n  end_ms: 417660\n- text: And party hardy like you just don't care\n  start_ms: 417660\n  end_ms: 419880\n- text: Let's do it, don't stop, y'all\n  start_ms: 419880\n  end_ms: 422170\n- text: A tick a tock, y'all, ya don't stop\n  start_ms: 422170\n  end_ms: 424330\n- text: Go hotel, motel\n  start_ms: 424330\n  end_ms: 426620\n- text: What you gonna do today? (Say what?)\n  start_ms: 426620\n  end_ms: 428580\n- text: So go get a fly girl, gonna get some spank\n  start_ms: 428580\n  end_ms: 430570\n- text: And drive off in a def OJ\n  start_ms: 430570\n  end_ms: 432350\n- text: Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  start_ms: 432350\n  end_ms: 436860\n- text: You say if your girl starts acting up\n  start_ms: 436860\n  end_ms: 439220\n- text: Then you take her friend\n  start_ms: 439220\n  end_ms: 441460\n- text: I say skip, dive, what can I say?\n  start_ms: 441460\n  end_ms: 443880\n- text: I can't fit 'em all inside my OJ\n  start_ms: 443880\n  end_ms: 445960\n- text: So I just take half and bust 'em out\n  start_ms: 445960\n  end_ms: 448050\n- text: I give the rest to Master Gee so he can shock the house\n  start_ms: 448050\n  end_ms: 450240\n- text: It was twelve o'clock on one Friday night\n  start_ms: 450240\n  end_ms: 452540\n- text: I was rockin' to the beat, feelin' alright\n  start_ms: 452540\n  end_ms: 454410\n- text: Everybody was dancin' on the floor\n  start_ms: 454410\n  end_ms: 455790\n- text: Doin' all the things they never did before\n  start_ms: 455790\n  end_ms: 458640\n- text: And then this fly, fly girl with a sexy lean\n  start_ms: 458640\n  end_ms: 460790\n- text: She came into the party, she came into the scene\n  start_ms: 460790\n  end_ms: 463030\n- text: As she traveled deeper inside the room\n  start_ms: 463030\n  end_ms: 465190\n- text: All the fellas checked out her wise-ass tune\n  start_ms: 465190\n  end_ms: 467410\n- text: She came up to the table, looked into my eye\n  start_ms: 467410\n  end_ms: 469770\n- text: Then she turned it around and shook her behind\n  start_ms: 469770\n  end_ms: 472050\n- text: So I said to myself it's time for me to release\n  start_ms: 472050\n  end_ms: 473860\n- text: My vicious rhyme, I call my masterpiece\n  start_ms: 473860\n  end_ms: 476030\n- text: And now people in the house, this is just for you\n  start_ms: 476030\n  end_ms: 478150\n- text: A little rap to make you boogaloo\n  start_ms: 478150\n  end_ms: 480340\n- text: Now the group you hear is called Phase Two\n  start_ms: 480340\n  end_ms: 482520\n- text: And let me tell you somethin', we're a hell of a crew\n  start_ms: 482520\n  end_ms: 484550\n- text: Once a week we're on the street\n  start_ms: 484550\n  end_ms: 486910\n- text: Just a-cuttin' the jams and makin' you freak\n  start_ms: 486910\n  end_ms: 488900\n- text: For you to party, got to have the moves\n  start_ms: 488900\n  end_ms: 491110\n- text: And we'll get right down and give you a groove\n  start_ms: 491110\n  end_ms: 493330\n- text: And for you to dance, you got to be hot\n  start_ms: 493330\n  end_ms: 495640\n- text: So we'll get right down and make you rock\n  start_ms: 495640\n  end_ms: 497690\n- text: Now the system's on and the girls are there\n  start_ms: 497690\n  end_ms: 499890\n- text: You definitely have a rockin' affair\n  start_ms: 499890\n  end_ms: 502070\n- text: But let me tell you somethin', there's still one fact\n  start_ms: 502070\n  end_ms: 504160\n- text: That to have a party, got to have a rap\n  start_ms: 504160\n  end_ms: 505410\n- text: So when the party's over, you're makin' it home\n  start_ms: 505410\n  end_ms: 508530\n- text: And tryin' to sleep before the break of dawn\n  start_ms: 508530\n  end_ms: 510740\n- text: And while you're sleepin' you start to dream\n  start_ms: 510740\n  end_ms: 512960\n- text: And think of how you danced on a disco scene\n  start_ms: 512960\n  end_ms: 515200\n- text: A name appears in your mind\n  start_ms: 515200\n  end_ms: 517680\n- text: Yeah, a name you know that was right on time\n  start_ms: 517680\n  end_ms: 519410\n- text: It was Phase Two, a-just a-doin' the do\n  start_ms: 519410\n  end_ms: 521600\n- text: Rockin' you down 'cause you know we cool\n  start_ms: 521600\n  end_ms: 523860\n- text: To the rhythm of the beat that makes you freak\n  start_ms: 523860\n  end_ms: 525940\n- text: A-come alive, girls, get on your feet\n  start_ms: 525940\n  end_ms: 528100\n- text: A-to the rhythm of the beat, to the beat, the beat\n  start_ms: 528100\n  end_ms: 530200\n- text: To the double beat-beat that makes you freak\n  start_ms: 530200\n  end_ms: 532230\n- text: A-to the rhythm of the beat that says you go on\n  start_ms: 532230\n  end_ms: 534400\n- text: On and on until the break of dawn\n  start_ms: 534400\n  end_ms: 536570\n- text: Ah, I got a man comin' on right now\n  start_ms: 536570\n  end_ms: 538990\n- text: He's guaranteed to throw down\n  start_ms: 538990\n  end_ms: 541180\n- text: He goes by the name of Wonder Mike\n  start_ms: 541180\n  end_ms: 543290\n- text: Come on, Wonder Mike, do what you like\n  start_ms: 543290\n  end_ms: 544740\n- text: Sing it\n  start_ms: 544740\n  end_ms: 545510\n- text: Can of beer that's sweeter than honey\n  start_ms: 545510\n  end_ms: 547320\n- text: Like a millionaire that has no money\n  start_ms: 547320\n  end_ms: 549600\n- text: Like a rainy day that is not wet\n  start_ms: 549600\n  end_ms: 551720\n- text: Like a gambling fiend that does not bet\n  start_ms: 551720\n  end_ms: 553830\n- text: Like Dracula without his fangs\n  start_ms: 553830\n  end_ms: 556010\n- text: Like the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang\n  start_ms: 556010\n  end_ms: 558140\n- text: Like collard greens that don't taste good\n  start_ms: 558140\n  end_ms: 560250\n- text: Like a tree that's not made out of wood\n  start_ms: 560250\n  end_ms: 562410\n- text: Like goin' up and not comin' down\n  start_ms: 562410\n  end_ms: 564620\n- text: Is just like the beat without the sound, no sound\n  start_ms: 564620\n  end_ms: 566920\n- text: To the beat, beat, you do the freak\n  start_ms: 566920\n  end_ms: 569050\n- text: Everybody just rock and dance to the beat\n  start_ms: 569050\n  end_ms: 571030\n- text: Have you ever went over a friend's house to eat\n  start_ms: 571030\n  end_ms: 573560\n- text: And the food just ain't no good?\n  start_ms: 573560\n  end_ms: 575510\n- text: I mean the macaroni's soggy, the peas are mushed\n  start_ms: 575510\n  end_ms: 577400\n- text: And the chicken tastes like wood\n  start_ms: 577400\n  end_ms: 579460\n- text: So you try to play it off like you think you can\n  start_ms: 579460\n  end_ms: 581890\n- text: By sayin' that you're full\n  start_ms: 581890\n  end_ms: 584100\n- text: And then your friend says, \"Momma, he's just bein' polite\n  start_ms: 584100\n  end_ms: 586060\n- text: He ain't finished, uh-uh, that's bull\"\n  start_ms: 586060\n  end_ms: 587540\n- text: So your heart starts pumpin' and you think of a lie\n  start_ms: 587540\n  end_ms: 590450\n- text: And you say that you already ate\n  start_ms: 590450\n  end_ms: 592640\n- text: And your friend says, \"Man, there's plenty of food\"\n  start_ms: 592640\n  end_ms: 594540\n- text: So he piles some more on your plate\n  start_ms: 594540\n  end_ms: 596980\n- text: But while the sticky food's steamin', your mind starts to dream\n  start_ms: 596980\n  end_ms: 599140\n- text: Of the moment it's time to leave\n  start_ms: 599140\n  end_ms: 601310\n- text: And then you look at your plate\n  start_ms: 601310\n  end_ms: 602680\n- text: And your chicken's slowly rottin'\n  start_ms: 602680\n  end_ms: 603720\n- text: Into somethin' that looks like cheese\n  start_ms: 603720\n  end_ms: 604730\n- text: So you say, \"That's it, I got to leave this place\n  start_ms: 604730\n  end_ms: 607740\n- text: I don't care what these people think\n  start_ms: 607740\n  end_ms: 609770\n- text: I'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous\n  start_ms: 609770\n  end_ms: 612070\n- text: With this ugly food that stinks\"\n  start_ms: 612070\n  end_ms: 614300\n- text: So you bust out the door while it's still closed\n  start_ms: 614300\n  end_ms: 616690\n- text: Still sick from the food you ate\n  start_ms: 616690\n  end_ms: 618430\n- text: And then you run to the store for quick relief\n  start_ms: 618430\n  end_ms: 620530\n- text: From a bottle of Kaopectate\n  start_ms: 620530\n  end_ms: 622690\n- text: And then you call your friend two weeks later\n  start_ms: 622690\n  end_ms: 624880\n- text: To see how he has been\n  start_ms: 624880\n  end_ms: 627200\n- text: And he says \"I understand about the food, babe\n  start_ms: 627200\n  end_ms: 629400\n- text: But, Bubba, well, we're still friends\"\n  start_ms: 629400\n  end_ms: 631360\n- text: With a hip, hop, the hippie to the hippie\n  start_ms: 631360\n  end_ms: 633730\n- text: The hip-hip a-hop, you don't stop the rockin'\n  start_ms: 633730\n  end_ms: 635860\n- text: To the bang-bang boogie, say up jump the boogie\n  start_ms: 635860\n  end_ms: 637820\n- text: To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\n  start_ms: 637820\n  end_ms: 639850\n- text: I said, \"Hank, can you rock?\n  start_ms: 639850\n  end_ms: 641950\n- text: Can you rock to the rhythm that just don't stop?\n  start_ms: 641950\n  end_ms: 644290\n- text: Can you hip me to the shoobie-doo?\"\n  start_ms: 644290\n  end_ms: 646470\n- text: I said, \"Come on, make, make the people move\"\n  start_ms: 646470\n  end_ms: 648460\n- text: I go to the halls and then ring the bell\n  start_ms: 648460\n  end_ms: 650580\n- text: Because I am the man with the clientele\n  start_ms: 650580\n  end_ms: 652760\n- text: And if you ask me why I rock so well\n  start_ms: 652760\n  end_ms: 655030\n- text: I'm Big Bank, I got clientele\n  start_ms: 655030\n  end_ms: 657210\n- text: From the time I was only six years old\n  start_ms: 657210\n  end_ms: 659360\n- text: I never forgot what I was told\n  start_ms: 659360\n  end_ms: 661450\n- text: It was the best advice that I ever had\n  start_ms: 661450\n  end_ms: 663780\n- text: It came from my wise and dear old dad\n  start_ms: 663780\n  end_ms: 665860\n- text: He said, \"Sit down, punk, I wanna talk to you\n  start_ms: 665860\n  end_ms: 667800\n- text: And don't say a word until I'm through\n  start_ms: 667800\n  end_ms: 670120\n- text: Now there's a time to laugh, a time to cry\n  start_ms: 670120\n  end_ms: 672290\n- text: A time to live and a time to die\n  start_ms: 672290\n  end_ms: 674330\n- text: A time to break and a time to chill\n  start_ms: 674330\n  end_ms: 676590\n- text: To act civilized or act real ill\n  start_ms: 676590\n  end_ms: 678760\n- text: But whatever you do in your lifetime\n  start_ms: 678760\n  end_ms: 681040\n- text: You never let an MC steal your rhyme\"\n  start_ms: 681040\n  end_ms: 683080\n- text: So from '66 to this very day\n  start_ms: 683080\n  end_ms: 685380\n- text: I'll always remember what he had to say\n  start_ms: 685380\n  end_ms: 687360\n- text: So when the sucker MCs try to jump my style\n  start_ms: 687360\n  end_ms: 689660\n- text: I let them know that I'm versatile\n  start_ms: 689660\n  end_ms: 691770\n- text: I got style, finesse, and a little black book\n  start_ms: 691770\n  end_ms: 693850\n- text: That's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look\n  start_ms: 693850\n  end_ms: 696060\n- text: But the thing that separates you from me\n  start_ms: 696060\n  end_ms: 698120\n- text: And that is called originality\n  start_ms: 698120\n  end_ms: 700590\n- text: Because my rhymes are on from what you've heard\n  start_ms: 700590\n  end_ms: 702430\n- text: I didn't even bite, not a goddamn word\n  start_ms: 702430\n  end_ms: 704850\n- text: And I'll say a little more later on tonight\n  start_ms: 704850\n  end_ms: 706850\n- text: So the sucker MCs can fight all night\n  start_ms: 706850\n  end_ms: 709180\n- text: A tick a tock, y'all, a beat, beat, y'all\n  start_ms: 709180\n  end_ms: 711140\n- text: Let's rock, y'all, ya don't stop\n  start_ms: 711140\n  end_ms: 713130\n- text: Go hotel, motel\n  start_ms: 713130\n  end_ms: 715440\n- text: What you gonna do today? (Say what?)\n  start_ms: 715440\n  end_ms: 717600\n- text: So go get a fly girl, gonna get some spank\n  start_ms: 717600\n  end_ms: 719890\n- text: And drive off in a def OJ\n  start_ms: 719890\n  end_ms: 721080\n- text: Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  start_ms: 721080\n  end_ms: 725820\n- text: You say if your girl starts acting up\n  start_ms: 725820\n  end_ms: 728340\n- text: Then you take her friend\n  start_ms: 728340\n  end_ms: 730220\n- text: I say skip, dive, what can I say?\n  start_ms: 730220\n  end_ms: 732910\n- text: I can't fit 'em all inside my OJ\n  start_ms: 732910\n  end_ms: 733800\n- text: So I just take half and bust 'em out\n  start_ms: 733800\n  end_ms: 735010\n- text: I give the rest to Master Gee so he can shock the\n  start_ms: 735010\n  end_ms: 739040\n- text: HouseWell, like Johnny Carson on the late show\n  start_ms: 739040\n  end_ms: 741480\n- text: Like Frankie Crocker in stereo\n  start_ms: 741480\n  end_ms: 743560\n- text: Like the Bar-Kays singin' Holy Ghost\n  start_ms: 743560\n  end_ms: 745720\n- text: The sounds that throw down are definitely the most\n  start_ms: 745720\n  end_ms: 748020\n- text: Just like my man Captain Sky\n  start_ms: 748020\n  end_ms: 750190\n- text: He's named D. Earn with the super sperm\n  start_ms: 750190\n  end_ms: 751800\n- text: We rock and we don't stop\n  start_ms: 751800\n  end_ms: 754300\n- text: Get off y'all, I'm here to give you what you got\n  start_ms: 754300\n  end_ms: 756840\n- text: To the beat that makes you freak\n  start_ms: 756840\n  end_ms: 758770\n- text: Come alive girl, get on your feet\n  start_ms: 758770\n  end_ms: 760870\n- text: Like Perry Mason without a case\n  start_ms: 760870\n  end_ms: 763190\n- text: Like Farrah Fawcett without her face\n  start_ms: 763190\n  end_ms: 765230\n- text: Like the Bar-Kays on the mic\n  start_ms: 765230\n  end_ms: 767580\n- text: Like gettin' right down for you tonight\n  start_ms: 767580\n  end_ms: 769590\n- text: Like movin' your body 'til you don't know how\n  start_ms: 769590\n  end_ms: 771970\n- text: Right to the rhythm and throw down\n  start_ms: 771970\n  end_ms: 774030\n- text: Like comin' alive to the Master Gee\n  start_ms: 774030\n  end_ms: 776440\n- text: The brother who rocks so viciously\n  start_ms: 776440\n  end_ms: 778650\n- text: I said at the age of one my life begun\n  start_ms: 778650\n  end_ms: 780680\n- text: At the age of two I was doin' the do\n  start_ms: 780680\n  end_ms: 782860\n- text: At the age of three it was you and me\n  start_ms: 782860\n  end_ms: 784900\n- text: Rockin' to the sounds of the Master Gee\n  start_ms: 784900\n  end_ms: 787080\n- text: At the age of four I was on the floor\n  start_ms: 787080\n  end_ms: 789230\n- text: Givin' all the freaks what they bargained for\n  start_ms: 789230\n  end_ms: 791470\n- text: At the age of five I didn't take no jive\n  start_ms: 791470\n  end_ms: 793810\n- text: With the Master Gee, it's all the way live\n  start_ms: 793810\n  end_ms: 795870\n- text: At the age of six I was pickin' up sticks\n  start_ms: 795870\n  end_ms: 797890\n- text: Rappin' to the beat, my stick was slick\n  start_ms: 797890\n  end_ms: 800120\n- text: At the age of seven I was rockin' in heaven\n  start_ms: 800120\n  end_ms: 802370\n- text: Don't you know, I went off\n  start_ms: 802370\n  end_ms: 804000\n- text: I gotta run on down to the beat, you see\n  start_ms: 804000\n  end_ms: 806760\n- text: Gettin' right on down\n  start_ms: 806760\n  end_ms: 808240\n- text: Makin' all the girls just take off their clothes\n  start_ms: 808240\n  end_ms: 810260\n- text: To the beat, the beat to the double B beat\n  start_ms: 810260\n  end_ms: 812180\n- text: That makes you freak\n  start_ms: 812180\n  end_ms: 813370\n- text: At the age of eight I was really great\n  start_ms: 813370\n  end_ms: 815440\n- text: '''Cause every night, you see, I had a date'\n  start_ms: 815440\n  end_ms: 817570\n- text: At the age of nine I was right on time\n  start_ms: 817570\n  end_ms: 819780\n- text: '''Cause every night, you see, I had a partner rhyme'\n  start_ms: 819780\n  end_ms: 821780\n- text: Goin' on and on and on on and on\n  start_ms: 821780\n  end_ms: 823730\n- text: The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  start_ms: 823730\n  end_ms: 826330\n- text: It's goin' on and on and on on and on\n  start_ms: 826330\n  end_ms: 828680\n- text: Like a hot potato poppin' and rockin' and rock on\n  start_ms: 828680\n  end_ms: 830960\n- text: Goin' on and on and on and on\n  start_ms: 830960\n  end_ms: 831830\n- text: You don't stop, rock, rock on\n  start_ms: 831830\n  end_ms: 834170\n- text: Give me what you got\n  start_ms: 834170\n  end_ms: 835220\n- text: '''Cause I''m a hell of a man when I''m on the mic'\n  start_ms: 835220\n  end_ms: 837360\n- text: And I am the definite freaks delight\n  start_ms: 837360\n  end_ms: 839310\n- text: I'm a hell of a man when I'm on the mic\n  start_ms: 839310\n  end_ms: 841580\n- text: I am the definite freaks delight\n  start_ms: 841580\n  end_ms: 843730\n- text: He called me the Master Gee, you see\n  start_ms: 843730\n  end_ms: 845470\n- text: The brother who rocks so viciously\n  start_ms: 845470\n  end_ms: 848160\n- text: And at the age of eight I wanna go on date\n  start_ms: 848160\n  end_ms: 850320\n- text: I wanna go on date 'cause I'm all the kind\n  start_ms: 850320\n  end_ms: 852890\n- text: To shock the mind, I'm all the kind\n  start_ms: 852890\n  end_ms: 856230\n- text: To really get you behind\n  start_ms: 856230\n  end_ms: 857330\n- text: The Master Gee, the Master Gee\n  start_ms: 857330\n  end_ms: 859670\n- text: Is movin' to the rhythm of love the best\n  start_ms: 859670\n  end_ms: 861720\n- text: Master Gee, get it on\n  start_ms: 861720\n  end_ms: 863740\n- text: Take it all you girls\n  start_ms: 863740\n  end_ms: 865750\n- text: Come on over here\n  start_ms: 865750\n  end_ms: 867630\n- text: Come on, y'all\n  start_ms: 867630\n  end_ms: 869990\nplain: |-\n  I said-a hip, hop, the hippie, the hippie\n  To the hip hip hop-a you don't stop the rock\n  It to the bang-bang boogie, say up jump the boogie\n  To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\n  Now what you hear is not a test: I'm rappin' to the beat\n  And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet\n  See, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\n  To the black, to the white, the red\n  And the brown, the purple and yellow\n  But first I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\n  Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\n  Let's rock, you don't stop\n  Rock the riddle that will make your body rock\n  Well, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\n  And next on the mike is my man Hank, come on\n  Hank, sing that song\n  Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN, the O-V-A and the rest is F-L-Y\n  You see, I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\n  And these reasons I'll tell you why\n  You see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun and I dress to a D\n  You see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali and I dress so viciously\n  I got bodyguards, I got two big cars, that definitely ain't the whack\n  I got a Lincoln continental and a sunroof Cadillac\n  So after school, I take a dip in the pool,\n  Which is really on the wall\n  I got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\n  Hear me talking 'bout checkbooks, credit cards,\n  More money than a sucker could ever spend\n  But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the\n  Rucker, not a dime 'til I made it again\n  Everybody go: Hotel, motel\n  Whatcha gonna do today (Say what?)\n  'Cause I'ma get a fly girl\n  Gonna get some spank and drive off in a def OJ\n  Everybody go: Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  You see, if your girl starts acting up, then you take her friend\n  Uh Master Gee, my mellow?\n  It's on you so what you gonna do?\n  Well it's on and on and on, on and on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  I said a M-A-S, a T-E-R, a G with a double E\n  I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man\n  They call the Master Gee\n  Well, my name is known all over the world\n  By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\n  I'm going down in history\n  As the baddest rapper there ever could be\n  Now I'm feeling the highs and you're feeling the lows\n  The beat starts getting into your toes\n  You start popping your fingers and stomping your feet\n  And moving your body while you're sitting in your seat\n  And then damn, you start doing the freak\n  I said damn, right outta your seat\n  Then you throw your hands high in the air\n  You're rocking to the rhythm, shake your derriere\n  Ya rockin' to the beat without a care\n  With the sureshot MCs for the affair\n  Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\n  But I rap to the beat just the same\n  I got a little face, and a pair of brown eyes\n  All I'm here to do, ladies, is hypnotize\n  Singing on an' an' on an' on, on an' on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  Singing on an' an' on an' on, on an' on\n  Like a hot party the pop the pop the pop dibbie dibbie\n  Pop the pop, pop, you don't dare stop\n  Come alive y'all, gimme whatcha got\n  I guess by now you can take a hunch\n  And find that I am the baby of the bunch\n  But that's okay, I still keep in stride\n  'Cos all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\n  Singin' on'n'n'on'n'on n'on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  Singin' on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on\n  Rock rock, y'all, throw it on the floor\n  I'm gonna freak ya here I'm gonna freak you there\n  I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n  'Cos I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\n  I'll put TNT tickin' in your behind\n  I said one, two, three, four, come on, girls, get on the floor\n  A-come alive, y'all, a-gimme whatcha got\n  'Cos I'm guaranteed to make you rock\n  I said one, two, three, four, tell me, Wonder Mike\n  What are you waiting for?\n  I said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n  To the hip hip hop and you don't stop\n  The rock it to the bang bang the boogie\n  Say up jump the boogie, dig the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\n  Skiddlee beebop a we rock a scooby doo\n  And guess what, America: we love you\n  'Cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\n  You could rock 'til you're a hundred and one years old\n  I don't mean to brag I don't mean to boast\n  But we like hot butter on a breakfast toast\n  Rock it up, uh, baby bubbah\n  Baby bubbah to the boogie the bang bang the boogie\n  To the beat beat, it's so unique\n  Come on, everybody, and dance to the beat\n  A hip hop the hippie the hippie\n  To the hip hip hop and you don't stop\n  The rock it out baby boppa to the boogity bang bang\n  Boogie to the boogie, the beat\n  I said I can't wait 'til the end of the week\n  When I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\n  An attempt to raise your body heat\n  Just blow your mind so that you can't speak\n  To do a thing but a rock and shuffle your feet\n  And let it change up to a dance called the freak\n  And when ya finally do come into your rhythmic beat\n  Rest a little while so ya don't get weak\n  I know a man named Hank\n  He has more rhymes than a serious bank\n  So come on Hank, uh, sing that song\n  To the rhythm of the boogie the bang bang the bong\n  Well, I'm imp the dimp, the ladies pimp\n  The women fight for my delight\n  But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\n  That shock the house for the young ladies\n  And when you come inside, into the front\n  You do the freak, spank, and do the bump\n  And when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n  We're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\n  A-from sun-to-sun and from day-to-day\n  I sit down and write a brand new rhyme\n  Because they say that miracles never cease\n  I've created a devastating masterpiece\n  I'm gonna rock the mike 'til you can't resist\n  Everybody, I say, it goes like this\n  Well, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\n  A reporter stopped me for a interview\n  She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\n  That I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\n  This young reporter, I did adore\n  So I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\n  She said, \"Damn, fly guy, I'm in love with you!\n  The Casanova legend must have been true!\"\n  I said, \"By the way, baby, what's your name?\"\n  Said, \"I go by the name Lois Lane\n  And you could be my boyfriend, you surely can\n  Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\"\n  I said, \"He's a fairy, I do suppose\n  Flyin' through the air in pantyhose\n  He may be very sexy or even cute\n  But he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\"\n  I said, \"You need a man who's got finesse\n  And his whole name across his chest\n  He may be able to fly all through the night\n  But can he rock a party 'til the early light?\n  He can't satisfy you with his little worm\n  But I can bust you out with my super sperm!\"\n  I gon' do it, I gon' do it, I gon' do it, do it, do it\n\n  And I'm here, and I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\n  Just throw your hands up in the air\n  And party hardy like you just don't care\n  Let's do it, don't stop y'all\n  A-tick a-tock, y'all, you don't stop!\n  Go hotel, motel\n"},{"id":19434690,"name":"Rapper’s Delight (Long Version)","trackName":"Rapper’s Delight (Long Version)","artistName":"The Sugarhill Gang","albumName":"Rapper’s Delight","duration":461.86925,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I said-a hip, hop, the hippie, the hippie\nTo the hip hip hop-a you don't stop the rock\nIt to the bang-bang boogie, say up jump the boogie\nTo the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\nNow what you hear is not a test: I'm rappin' to the beat\nAnd me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet\nSee, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\nTo the black, to the white, the red\nAnd the brown, the purple and yellow\nBut first I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\nSay up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\nLet's rock, you don't stop\nRock the riddle that will make your body rock\nWell, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\nAnd next on the mike is my man Hank, come on\nHank, sing that song\nCheck it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN, the O-V-A and the rest is F-L-Y\nYou see, I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\nAnd these reasons I'll tell you why\nYou see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun and I dress to a D\nYou see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali and I dress so viciously\nI got bodyguards, I got two big cars, that definitely ain't the whack\nI got a Lincoln continental and a sunroof Cadillac\nSo after school, I take a dip in the pool,\nWhich is really on the wall\nI got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\nHear me talking 'bout checkbooks, credit cards,\nMore money than a sucker could ever spend\nBut I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the\nRucker, not a dime 'til I made it again\nEverybody go: Hotel, motel\nWhatcha gonna do today (Say what?)\n'Cause I'ma get a fly girl\nGonna get some spank and drive off in a def OJ\nEverybody go: Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\nYou see, if your girl starts acting up, then you take her friend\nUh Master Gee, my mellow?\nIt's on you so what you gonna do?\nWell it's on and on and on, on and on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nI said a M-A-S, a T-E-R, a G with a double E\nI said I go by the unforgettable name of the man\nThey call the Master Gee\nWell, my name is known all over the world\nBy all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\nI'm going down in history\nAs the baddest rapper there ever could be\nNow I'm feeling the highs and you're feeling the lows\nThe beat starts getting into your toes\nYou start popping your fingers and stomping your feet\nAnd moving your body while you're sitting in your seat\nAnd then damn, you start doing the freak\nI said damn, right outta your seat\nThen you throw your hands high in the air\nYou're rocking to the rhythm, shake your derriere\nYa rockin' to the beat without a care\nWith the sureshot MCs for the affair\nNow, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\nBut I rap to the beat just the same\nI got a little face, and a pair of brown eyes\nAll I'm here to do, ladies, is hypnotize\nSinging on an' an' on an' on, on an' on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nSinging on an' an' on an' on, on an' on\nLike a hot party the pop the pop the pop dibbie dibbie\nPop the pop, pop, you don't dare stop\nCome alive y'all, gimme whatcha got\nI guess by now you can take a hunch\nAnd find that I am the baby of the bunch\nBut that's okay, I still keep in stride\n'Cos all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\nSingin' on'n'n'on'n'on n'on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nSingin' on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on\nRock rock, y'all, throw it on the floor\nI'm gonna freak ya here I'm gonna freak you there\nI'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n'Cos I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\nI'll put TNT tickin' in your behind\nI said one, two, three, four, come on, girls, get on the floor\nA-come alive, y'all, a-gimme whatcha got\n'Cos I'm guaranteed to make you rock\nI said one, two, three, four, tell me, Wonder Mike\nWhat are you waiting for?\nI said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\nTo the hip hip hop and you don't stop\nThe rock it to the bang bang the boogie\nSay up jump the boogie, dig the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\nSkiddlee beebop a we rock a scooby doo\nAnd guess what, America: we love you\n'Cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\nYou could rock 'til you're a hundred and one years old\nI don't mean to brag I don't mean to boast\nBut we like hot butter on a breakfast toast\nRock it up, uh, baby bubbah\nBaby bubbah to the boogie the bang bang the boogie\nTo the beat beat, it's so unique\nCome on, everybody, and dance to the beat\nA hip hop the hippie the hippie\nTo the hip hip hop and you don't stop\nThe rock it out baby boppa to the boogity bang bang\nBoogie to the boogie, the beat\nI said I can't wait 'til the end of the week\nWhen I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\nAn attempt to raise your body heat\nJust blow your mind so that you can't speak\nTo do a thing but a rock and shuffle your feet\nAnd let it change up to a dance called the freak\nAnd when ya finally do come into your rhythmic beat\nRest a little while so ya don't get weak\nI know a man named Hank\nHe has more rhymes than a serious bank\nSo come on Hank, uh, sing that song\nTo the rhythm of the boogie the bang bang the bong\nWell, I'm imp the dimp, the ladies pimp\nThe women fight for my delight\nBut I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\nThat shock the house for the young ladies\nAnd when you come inside, into the front\nYou do the freak, spank, and do the bump\nAnd when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\nWe're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\nA-from sun-to-sun and from day-to-day\nI sit down and write a brand new rhyme\nBecause they say that miracles never cease\nI've created a devastating masterpiece\nI'm gonna rock the mike 'til you can't resist\nEverybody, I say, it goes like this\nWell, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\nA reporter stopped me for a interview\nShe said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\nThat I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\nThis young reporter, I did adore\nSo I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\nShe said, \"Damn, fly guy, I'm in love with you!\nThe Casanova legend must have been true!\"\nI said, \"By the way, baby, what's your name?\"\nSaid, \"I go by the name Lois Lane\nAnd you could be my boyfriend, you surely can\nJust let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\"\nI said, \"He's a fairy, I do suppose\nFlyin' through the air in pantyhose\nHe may be very sexy or even cute\nBut he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\"\nI said, \"You need a man who's got finesse\nAnd his whole name across his chest\nHe may be able to fly all through the night\nBut can he rock a party 'til the early light?\nHe can't satisfy you with his little worm\nBut I can bust you out with my super sperm!\"\nI gon' do it, I gon' do it, I gon' do it, do it, do it\n\nAnd I'm here, and I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\nJust throw your hands up in the air\nAnd party hardy like you just don't care\nLet's do it, don't stop y'all\nA-tick a-tock, y'all, you don't stop!\nGo hotel, motel","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rapper’s Delight (Long Version)\n  artist: The Sugarhill Gang\n  album: Rapper’s Delight\n  duration_ms: 461869\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I said-a hip, hop, the hippie, the hippie\n  To the hip hip hop-a you don't stop the rock\n  It to the bang-bang boogie, say up jump the boogie\n  To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\n  Now what you hear is not a test: I'm rappin' to the beat\n  And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet\n  See, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\n  To the black, to the white, the red\n  And the brown, the purple and yellow\n  But first I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\n  Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\n  Let's rock, you don't stop\n  Rock the riddle that will make your body rock\n  Well, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\n  And next on the mike is my man Hank, come on\n  Hank, sing that song\n  Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN, the O-V-A and the rest is F-L-Y\n  You see, I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\n  And these reasons I'll tell you why\n  You see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun and I dress to a D\n  You see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali and I dress so viciously\n  I got bodyguards, I got two big cars, that definitely ain't the whack\n  I got a Lincoln continental and a sunroof Cadillac\n  So after school, I take a dip in the pool,\n  Which is really on the wall\n  I got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\n  Hear me talking 'bout checkbooks, credit cards,\n  More money than a sucker could ever spend\n  But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the\n  Rucker, not a dime 'til I made it again\n  Everybody go: Hotel, motel\n  Whatcha gonna do today (Say what?)\n  'Cause I'ma get a fly girl\n  Gonna get some spank and drive off in a def OJ\n  Everybody go: Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  You see, if your girl starts acting up, then you take her friend\n  Uh Master Gee, my mellow?\n  It's on you so what you gonna do?\n  Well it's on and on and on, on and on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  I said a M-A-S, a T-E-R, a G with a double E\n  I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man\n  They call the Master Gee\n  Well, my name is known all over the world\n  By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\n  I'm going down in history\n  As the baddest rapper there ever could be\n  Now I'm feeling the highs and you're feeling the lows\n  The beat starts getting into your toes\n  You start popping your fingers and stomping your feet\n  And moving your body while you're sitting in your seat\n  And then damn, you start doing the freak\n  I said damn, right outta your seat\n  Then you throw your hands high in the air\n  You're rocking to the rhythm, shake your derriere\n  Ya rockin' to the beat without a care\n  With the sureshot MCs for the affair\n  Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\n  But I rap to the beat just the same\n  I got a little face, and a pair of brown eyes\n  All I'm here to do, ladies, is hypnotize\n  Singing on an' an' on an' on, on an' on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  Singing on an' an' on an' on, on an' on\n  Like a hot party the pop the pop the pop dibbie dibbie\n  Pop the pop, pop, you don't dare stop\n  Come alive y'all, gimme whatcha got\n  I guess by now you can take a hunch\n  And find that I am the baby of the bunch\n  But that's okay, I still keep in stride\n  'Cos all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\n  Singin' on'n'n'on'n'on n'on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  Singin' on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on\n  Rock rock, y'all, throw it on the floor\n  I'm gonna freak ya here I'm gonna freak you there\n  I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n  'Cos I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\n  I'll put TNT tickin' in your behind\n  I said one, two, three, four, come on, girls, get on the floor\n  A-come alive, y'all, a-gimme whatcha got\n  'Cos I'm guaranteed to make you rock\n  I said one, two, three, four, tell me, Wonder Mike\n  What are you waiting for?\n  I said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n  To the hip hip hop and you don't stop\n  The rock it to the bang bang the boogie\n  Say up jump the boogie, dig the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\n  Skiddlee beebop a we rock a scooby doo\n  And guess what, America: we love you\n  'Cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\n  You could rock 'til you're a hundred and one years old\n  I don't mean to brag I don't mean to boast\n  But we like hot butter on a breakfast toast\n  Rock it up, uh, baby bubbah\n  Baby bubbah to the boogie the bang bang the boogie\n  To the beat beat, it's so unique\n  Come on, everybody, and dance to the beat\n  A hip hop the hippie the hippie\n  To the hip hip hop and you don't stop\n  The rock it out baby boppa to the boogity bang bang\n  Boogie to the boogie, the beat\n  I said I can't wait 'til the end of the week\n  When I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\n  An attempt to raise your body heat\n  Just blow your mind so that you can't speak\n  To do a thing but a rock and shuffle your feet\n  And let it change up to a dance called the freak\n  And when ya finally do come into your rhythmic beat\n  Rest a little while so ya don't get weak\n  I know a man named Hank\n  He has more rhymes than a serious bank\n  So come on Hank, uh, sing that song\n  To the rhythm of the boogie the bang bang the bong\n  Well, I'm imp the dimp, the ladies pimp\n  The women fight for my delight\n  But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\n  That shock the house for the young ladies\n  And when you come inside, into the front\n  You do the freak, spank, and do the bump\n  And when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n  We're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\n  A-from sun-to-sun and from day-to-day\n  I sit down and write a brand new rhyme\n  Because they say that miracles never cease\n  I've created a devastating masterpiece\n  I'm gonna rock the mike 'til you can't resist\n  Everybody, I say, it goes like this\n  Well, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\n  A reporter stopped me for a interview\n  She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\n  That I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\n  This young reporter, I did adore\n  So I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\n  She said, \"Damn, fly guy, I'm in love with you!\n  The Casanova legend must have been true!\"\n  I said, \"By the way, baby, what's your name?\"\n  Said, \"I go by the name Lois Lane\n  And you could be my boyfriend, you surely can\n  Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\"\n  I said, \"He's a fairy, I do suppose\n  Flyin' through the air in pantyhose\n  He may be very sexy or even cute\n  But he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\"\n  I said, \"You need a man who's got finesse\n  And his whole name across his chest\n  He may be able to fly all through the night\n  But can he rock a party 'til the early light?\n  He can't satisfy you with his little worm\n  But I can bust you out with my super sperm!\"\n  I gon' do it, I gon' do it, I gon' do it, do it, do it\n\n  And I'm here, and I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\n  Just throw your hands up in the air\n  And party hardy like you just don't care\n  Let's do it, don't stop y'all\n  A-tick a-tock, y'all, you don't stop!\n  Go hotel, motel\n"},{"id":19755375,"name":"Rapper's Delight (long version)","trackName":"Rapper's Delight (long version)","artistName":"The Sugarhill Gang","albumName":"Rapper's Delight","duration":865.227755,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I said-a hip, hop, the hippie, the hippie\nTo the hip hip hop-a you don't stop the rock\nIt to the bang-bang boogie, say up jump the boogie\nTo the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\nNow what you hear is not a test: I'm rappin' to the beat\nAnd me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet\nSee, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\nTo the black, to the white, the red\nAnd the brown, the purple and yellow\nBut first I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\nSay up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\nLet's rock, you don't stop\nRock the riddle that will make your body rock\nWell, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\nAnd next on the mike is my man Hank, come on\nHank, sing that song\nCheck it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN, the O-V-A and the rest is F-L-Y\nYou see, I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\nAnd these reasons I'll tell you why\nYou see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun and I dress to a D\nYou see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali and I dress so viciously\nI got bodyguards, I got two big cars, that definitely ain't the whack\nI got a Lincoln continental and a sunroof Cadillac\nSo after school, I take a dip in the pool,\nWhich is really on the wall\nI got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\nHear me talking 'bout checkbooks, credit cards,\nMore money than a sucker could ever spend\nBut I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the\nRucker, not a dime 'til I made it again\nEverybody go: Hotel, motel\nWhatcha gonna do today (Say what?)\n'Cause I'ma get a fly girl\nGonna get some spank and drive off in a def OJ\nEverybody go: Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\nYou see, if your girl starts acting up, then you take her friend\nUh Master Gee, my mellow?\nIt's on you so what you gonna do?\nWell it's on and on and on, on and on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nI said a M-A-S, a T-E-R, a G with a double E\nI said I go by the unforgettable name of the man\nThey call the Master Gee\nWell, my name is known all over the world\nBy all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\nI'm going down in history\nAs the baddest rapper there ever could be\nNow I'm feeling the highs and you're feeling the lows\nThe beat starts getting into your toes\nYou start popping your fingers and stomping your feet\nAnd moving your body while you're sitting in your seat\nAnd then damn, you start doing the freak\nI said damn, right outta your seat\nThen you throw your hands high in the air\nYou're rocking to the rhythm, shake your derriere\nYa rockin' to the beat without a care\nWith the sureshot MCs for the affair\nNow, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\nBut I rap to the beat just the same\nI got a little face, and a pair of brown eyes\nAll I'm here to do, ladies, is hypnotize\nSinging on an' an' on an' on, on an' on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nSinging on an' an' on an' on, on an' on\nLike a hot party the pop the pop the pop dibbie dibbie\nPop the pop, pop, you don't dare stop\nCome alive y'all, gimme whatcha got\nI guess by now you can take a hunch\nAnd find that I am the baby of the bunch\nBut that's okay, I still keep in stride\n'Cos all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\nSingin' on'n'n'on'n'on n'on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nSingin' on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on\nRock rock, y'all, throw it on the floor\nI'm gonna freak ya here I'm gonna freak you there\nI'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n'Cos I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\nI'll put TNT tickin' in your behind\nI said one, two, three, four, come on, girls, get on the floor\nA-come alive, y'all, a-gimme whatcha got\n'Cos I'm guaranteed to make you rock\nI said one, two, three, four, tell me, Wonder Mike\nWhat are you waiting for?\nI said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\nTo the hip hip hop and you don't stop\nThe rock it to the bang bang the boogie\nSay up jump the boogie, dig the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\nSkiddlee beebop a we rock a scooby doo\nAnd guess what, America: we love you\n'Cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\nYou could rock 'til you're a hundred and one years old\nI don't mean to brag I don't mean to boast\nBut we like hot butter on a breakfast toast\nRock it up, uh, baby bubbah\nBaby bubbah to the boogie the bang bang the boogie\nTo the beat beat, it's so unique\nCome on, everybody, and dance to the beat\nA hip hop the hippie the hippie\nTo the hip hip hop and you don't stop\nThe rock it out baby boppa to the boogity bang bang\nBoogie to the boogie, the beat\nI said I can't wait 'til the end of the week\nWhen I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\nAn attempt to raise your body heat\nJust blow your mind so that you can't speak\nTo do a thing but a rock and shuffle your feet\nAnd let it change up to a dance called the freak\nAnd when ya finally do come into your rhythmic beat\nRest a little while so ya don't get weak\nI know a man named Hank\nHe has more rhymes than a serious bank\nSo come on Hank, uh, sing that song\nTo the rhythm of the boogie the bang bang the bong\nWell, I'm imp the dimp, the ladies pimp\nThe women fight for my delight\nBut I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\nThat shock the house for the young ladies\nAnd when you come inside, into the front\nYou do the freak, spank, and do the bump\nAnd when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\nWe're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\nA-from sun-to-sun and from day-to-day\nI sit down and write a brand new rhyme\nBecause they say that miracles never cease\nI've created a devastating masterpiece\nI'm gonna rock the mike 'til you can't resist\nEverybody, I say, it goes like this\nWell, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\nA reporter stopped me for a interview\nShe said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\nThat I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\nThis young reporter, I did adore\nSo I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\nShe said, \"Damn, fly guy, I'm in love with you!\nThe Casanova legend must have been true!\"\nI said, \"By the way, baby, what's your name?\"\nSaid, \"I go by the name Lois Lane\nAnd you could be my boyfriend, you surely can\nJust let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\"\nI said, \"He's a fairy, I do suppose\nFlyin' through the air in pantyhose\nHe may be very sexy or even cute\nBut he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\"\nI said, \"You need a man who's got finesse\nAnd his whole name across his chest\nHe may be able to fly all through the night\nBut can he rock a party 'til the early light?\nHe can't satisfy you with his little worm\nBut I can bust you out with my super sperm!\"\nI gon' do it, I gon' do it, I gon' do it, do it, do it\n\nAnd I'm here, and I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\nJust throw your hands up in the air\nAnd party hardy like you just don't care\nLet's do it, don't stop y'all\nA-tick a-tock, y'all, you don't stop!\nGo hotel, motel","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rapper's Delight (long version)\n  artist: The Sugarhill Gang\n  album: Rapper's Delight\n  duration_ms: 865228\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I said-a hip, hop, the hippie, the hippie\n  To the hip hip hop-a you don't stop the rock\n  It to the bang-bang boogie, say up jump the boogie\n  To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\n  Now what you hear is not a test: I'm rappin' to the beat\n  And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet\n  See, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\n  To the black, to the white, the red\n  And the brown, the purple and yellow\n  But first I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\n  Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\n  Let's rock, you don't stop\n  Rock the riddle that will make your body rock\n  Well, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\n  And next on the mike is my man Hank, come on\n  Hank, sing that song\n  Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN, the O-V-A and the rest is F-L-Y\n  You see, I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\n  And these reasons I'll tell you why\n  You see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun and I dress to a D\n  You see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali and I dress so viciously\n  I got bodyguards, I got two big cars, that definitely ain't the whack\n  I got a Lincoln continental and a sunroof Cadillac\n  So after school, I take a dip in the pool,\n  Which is really on the wall\n  I got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\n  Hear me talking 'bout checkbooks, credit cards,\n  More money than a sucker could ever spend\n  But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the\n  Rucker, not a dime 'til I made it again\n  Everybody go: Hotel, motel\n  Whatcha gonna do today (Say what?)\n  'Cause I'ma get a fly girl\n  Gonna get some spank and drive off in a def OJ\n  Everybody go: Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  You see, if your girl starts acting up, then you take her friend\n  Uh Master Gee, my mellow?\n  It's on you so what you gonna do?\n  Well it's on and on and on, on and on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  I said a M-A-S, a T-E-R, a G with a double E\n  I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man\n  They call the Master Gee\n  Well, my name is known all over the world\n  By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\n  I'm going down in history\n  As the baddest rapper there ever could be\n  Now I'm feeling the highs and you're feeling the lows\n  The beat starts getting into your toes\n  You start popping your fingers and stomping your feet\n  And moving your body while you're sitting in your seat\n  And then damn, you start doing the freak\n  I said damn, right outta your seat\n  Then you throw your hands high in the air\n  You're rocking to the rhythm, shake your derriere\n  Ya rockin' to the beat without a care\n  With the sureshot MCs for the affair\n  Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\n  But I rap to the beat just the same\n  I got a little face, and a pair of brown eyes\n  All I'm here to do, ladies, is hypnotize\n  Singing on an' an' on an' on, on an' on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  Singing on an' an' on an' on, on an' on\n  Like a hot party the pop the pop the pop dibbie dibbie\n  Pop the pop, pop, you don't dare stop\n  Come alive y'all, gimme whatcha got\n  I guess by now you can take a hunch\n  And find that I am the baby of the bunch\n  But that's okay, I still keep in stride\n  'Cos all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\n  Singin' on'n'n'on'n'on n'on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  Singin' on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on\n  Rock rock, y'all, throw it on the floor\n  I'm gonna freak ya here I'm gonna freak you there\n  I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n  'Cos I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\n  I'll put TNT tickin' in your behind\n  I said one, two, three, four, come on, girls, get on the floor\n  A-come alive, y'all, a-gimme whatcha got\n  'Cos I'm guaranteed to make you rock\n  I said one, two, three, four, tell me, Wonder Mike\n  What are you waiting for?\n  I said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n  To the hip hip hop and you don't stop\n  The rock it to the bang bang the boogie\n  Say up jump the boogie, dig the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\n  Skiddlee beebop a we rock a scooby doo\n  And guess what, America: we love you\n  'Cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\n  You could rock 'til you're a hundred and one years old\n  I don't mean to brag I don't mean to boast\n  But we like hot butter on a breakfast toast\n  Rock it up, uh, baby bubbah\n  Baby bubbah to the boogie the bang bang the boogie\n  To the beat beat, it's so unique\n  Come on, everybody, and dance to the beat\n  A hip hop the hippie the hippie\n  To the hip hip hop and you don't stop\n  The rock it out baby boppa to the boogity bang bang\n  Boogie to the boogie, the beat\n  I said I can't wait 'til the end of the week\n  When I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\n  An attempt to raise your body heat\n  Just blow your mind so that you can't speak\n  To do a thing but a rock and shuffle your feet\n  And let it change up to a dance called the freak\n  And when ya finally do come into your rhythmic beat\n  Rest a little while so ya don't get weak\n  I know a man named Hank\n  He has more rhymes than a serious bank\n  So come on Hank, uh, sing that song\n  To the rhythm of the boogie the bang bang the bong\n  Well, I'm imp the dimp, the ladies pimp\n  The women fight for my delight\n  But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\n  That shock the house for the young ladies\n  And when you come inside, into the front\n  You do the freak, spank, and do the bump\n  And when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n  We're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\n  A-from sun-to-sun and from day-to-day\n  I sit down and write a brand new rhyme\n  Because they say that miracles never cease\n  I've created a devastating masterpiece\n  I'm gonna rock the mike 'til you can't resist\n  Everybody, I say, it goes like this\n  Well, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\n  A reporter stopped me for a interview\n  She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\n  That I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\n  This young reporter, I did adore\n  So I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\n  She said, \"Damn, fly guy, I'm in love with you!\n  The Casanova legend must have been true!\"\n  I said, \"By the way, baby, what's your name?\"\n  Said, \"I go by the name Lois Lane\n  And you could be my boyfriend, you surely can\n  Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\"\n  I said, \"He's a fairy, I do suppose\n  Flyin' through the air in pantyhose\n  He may be very sexy or even cute\n  But he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\"\n  I said, \"You need a man who's got finesse\n  And his whole name across his chest\n  He may be able to fly all through the night\n  But can he rock a party 'til the early light?\n  He can't satisfy you with his little worm\n  But I can bust you out with my super sperm!\"\n  I gon' do it, I gon' do it, I gon' do it, do it, do it\n\n  And I'm here, and I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\n  Just throw your hands up in the air\n  And party hardy like you just don't care\n  Let's do it, don't stop y'all\n  A-tick a-tock, y'all, you don't stop!\n  Go hotel, motel\n"},{"id":19001686,"name":"Rapper's Delight (Long Version)","trackName":"Rapper's Delight (Long Version)","artistName":"The Sugarhill Gang","albumName":"Rappers Delight","duration":868.647891,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I said-a hip, hop, the hippie, the hippie\nTo the hip hip hop-a you don't stop the rock\nIt to the bang-bang boogie, say up jump the boogie\nTo the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\nNow what you hear is not a test: I'm rappin' to the beat\nAnd me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet\nSee, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\nTo the black, to the white, the red\nAnd the brown, the purple and yellow\nBut first I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\nSay up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\nLet's rock, you don't stop\nRock the riddle that will make your body rock\nWell, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\nAnd next on the mike is my man Hank, come on\nHank, sing that song\nCheck it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN, the O-V-A and the rest is F-L-Y\nYou see, I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\nAnd these reasons I'll tell you why\nYou see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun and I dress to a D\nYou see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali and I dress so viciously\nI got bodyguards, I got two big cars, that definitely ain't the whack\nI got a Lincoln continental and a sunroof Cadillac\nSo after school, I take a dip in the pool,\nWhich is really on the wall\nI got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\nHear me talking 'bout checkbooks, credit cards,\nMore money than a sucker could ever spend\nBut I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the\nRucker, not a dime 'til I made it again\nEverybody go: Hotel, motel\nWhatcha gonna do today (Say what?)\n'Cause I'ma get a fly girl\nGonna get some spank and drive off in a def OJ\nEverybody go: Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\nYou see, if your girl starts acting up, then you take her friend\nUh Master Gee, my mellow?\nIt's on you so what you gonna do?\nWell it's on and on and on, on and on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nI said a M-A-S, a T-E-R, a G with a double E\nI said I go by the unforgettable name of the man\nThey call the Master Gee\nWell, my name is known all over the world\nBy all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\nI'm going down in history\nAs the baddest rapper there ever could be\nNow I'm feeling the highs and you're feeling the lows\nThe beat starts getting into your toes\nYou start popping your fingers and stomping your feet\nAnd moving your body while you're sitting in your seat\nAnd then damn, you start doing the freak\nI said damn, right outta your seat\nThen you throw your hands high in the air\nYou're rocking to the rhythm, shake your derriere\nYa rockin' to the beat without a care\nWith the sureshot MCs for the affair\nNow, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\nBut I rap to the beat just the same\nI got a little face, and a pair of brown eyes\nAll I'm here to do, ladies, is hypnotize\nSinging on an' an' on an' on, on an' on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nSinging on an' an' on an' on, on an' on\nLike a hot party the pop the pop the pop dibbie dibbie\nPop the pop, pop, you don't dare stop\nCome alive y'all, gimme whatcha got\nI guess by now you can take a hunch\nAnd find that I am the baby of the bunch\nBut that's okay, I still keep in stride\n'Cos all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\nSingin' on'n'n'on'n'on n'on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nSingin' on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on\nRock rock, y'all, throw it on the floor\nI'm gonna freak ya here I'm gonna freak you there\nI'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n'Cos I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\nI'll put TNT tickin' in your behind\nI said one, two, three, four, come on, girls, get on the floor\nA-come alive, y'all, a-gimme whatcha got\n'Cos I'm guaranteed to make you rock\nI said one, two, three, four, tell me, Wonder Mike\nWhat are you waiting for?\nI said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\nTo the hip hip hop and you don't stop\nThe rock it to the bang bang the boogie\nSay up jump the boogie, dig the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\nSkiddlee beebop a we rock a scooby doo\nAnd guess what, America: we love you\n'Cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\nYou could rock 'til you're a hundred and one years old\nI don't mean to brag I don't mean to boast\nBut we like hot butter on a breakfast toast\nRock it up, uh, baby bubbah\nBaby bubbah to the boogie the bang bang the boogie\nTo the beat beat, it's so unique\nCome on, everybody, and dance to the beat\nA hip hop the hippie the hippie\nTo the hip hip hop and you don't stop\nThe rock it out baby boppa to the boogity bang bang\nBoogie to the boogie, the beat\nI said I can't wait 'til the end of the week\nWhen I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\nAn attempt to raise your body heat\nJust blow your mind so that you can't speak\nTo do a thing but a rock and shuffle your feet\nAnd let it change up to a dance called the freak\nAnd when ya finally do come into your rhythmic beat\nRest a little while so ya don't get weak\nI know a man named Hank\nHe has more rhymes than a serious bank\nSo come on Hank, uh, sing that song\nTo the rhythm of the boogie the bang bang the bong\nWell, I'm imp the dimp, the ladies pimp\nThe women fight for my delight\nBut I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\nThat shock the house for the young ladies\nAnd when you come inside, into the front\nYou do the freak, spank, and do the bump\nAnd when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\nWe're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\nA-from sun-to-sun and from day-to-day\nI sit down and write a brand new rhyme\nBecause they say that miracles never cease\nI've created a devastating masterpiece\nI'm gonna rock the mike 'til you can't resist\nEverybody, I say, it goes like this\nWell, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\nA reporter stopped me for a interview\nShe said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\nThat I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\nThis young reporter, I did adore\nSo I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\nShe said, \"Damn, fly guy, I'm in love with you!\nThe Casanova legend must have been true!\"\nI said, \"By the way, baby, what's your name?\"\nSaid, \"I go by the name Lois Lane\nAnd you could be my boyfriend, you surely can\nJust let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\"\nI said, \"He's a fairy, I do suppose\nFlyin' through the air in pantyhose\nHe may be very sexy or even cute\nBut he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\"\nI said, \"You need a man who's got finesse\nAnd his whole name across his chest\nHe may be able to fly all through the night\nBut can he rock a party 'til the early light?\nHe can't satisfy you with his little worm\nBut I can bust you out with my super sperm!\"\nI gon' do it, I gon' do it, I gon' do it, do it, do it\n\nAnd I'm here, and I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\nJust throw your hands up in the air\nAnd party hardy like you just don't care\nLet's do it, don't stop y'all\nA-tick a-tock, y'all, you don't stop!\nGo hotel, motel","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rapper's Delight (Long Version)\n  artist: The Sugarhill Gang\n  album: Rappers Delight\n  duration_ms: 868648\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I said-a hip, hop, the hippie, the hippie\n  To the hip hip hop-a you don't stop the rock\n  It to the bang-bang boogie, say up jump the boogie\n  To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\n  Now what you hear is not a test: I'm rappin' to the beat\n  And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet\n  See, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\n  To the black, to the white, the red\n  And the brown, the purple and yellow\n  But first I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\n  Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\n  Let's rock, you don't stop\n  Rock the riddle that will make your body rock\n  Well, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\n  And next on the mike is my man Hank, come on\n  Hank, sing that song\n  Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN, the O-V-A and the rest is F-L-Y\n  You see, I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\n  And these reasons I'll tell you why\n  You see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun and I dress to a D\n  You see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali and I dress so viciously\n  I got bodyguards, I got two big cars, that definitely ain't the whack\n  I got a Lincoln continental and a sunroof Cadillac\n  So after school, I take a dip in the pool,\n  Which is really on the wall\n  I got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\n  Hear me talking 'bout checkbooks, credit cards,\n  More money than a sucker could ever spend\n  But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the\n  Rucker, not a dime 'til I made it again\n  Everybody go: Hotel, motel\n  Whatcha gonna do today (Say what?)\n  'Cause I'ma get a fly girl\n  Gonna get some spank and drive off in a def OJ\n  Everybody go: Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  You see, if your girl starts acting up, then you take her friend\n  Uh Master Gee, my mellow?\n  It's on you so what you gonna do?\n  Well it's on and on and on, on and on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  I said a M-A-S, a T-E-R, a G with a double E\n  I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man\n  They call the Master Gee\n  Well, my name is known all over the world\n  By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\n  I'm going down in history\n  As the baddest rapper there ever could be\n  Now I'm feeling the highs and you're feeling the lows\n  The beat starts getting into your toes\n  You start popping your fingers and stomping your feet\n  And moving your body while you're sitting in your seat\n  And then damn, you start doing the freak\n  I said damn, right outta your seat\n  Then you throw your hands high in the air\n  You're rocking to the rhythm, shake your derriere\n  Ya rockin' to the beat without a care\n  With the sureshot MCs for the affair\n  Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\n  But I rap to the beat just the same\n  I got a little face, and a pair of brown eyes\n  All I'm here to do, ladies, is hypnotize\n  Singing on an' an' on an' on, on an' on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  Singing on an' an' on an' on, on an' on\n  Like a hot party the pop the pop the pop dibbie dibbie\n  Pop the pop, pop, you don't dare stop\n  Come alive y'all, gimme whatcha got\n  I guess by now you can take a hunch\n  And find that I am the baby of the bunch\n  But that's okay, I still keep in stride\n  'Cos all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\n  Singin' on'n'n'on'n'on n'on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  Singin' on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on\n  Rock rock, y'all, throw it on the floor\n  I'm gonna freak ya here I'm gonna freak you there\n  I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n  'Cos I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\n  I'll put TNT tickin' in your behind\n  I said one, two, three, four, come on, girls, get on the floor\n  A-come alive, y'all, a-gimme whatcha got\n  'Cos I'm guaranteed to make you rock\n  I said one, two, three, four, tell me, Wonder Mike\n  What are you waiting for?\n  I said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n  To the hip hip hop and you don't stop\n  The rock it to the bang bang the boogie\n  Say up jump the boogie, dig the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\n  Skiddlee beebop a we rock a scooby doo\n  And guess what, America: we love you\n  'Cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\n  You could rock 'til you're a hundred and one years old\n  I don't mean to brag I don't mean to boast\n  But we like hot butter on a breakfast toast\n  Rock it up, uh, baby bubbah\n  Baby bubbah to the boogie the bang bang the boogie\n  To the beat beat, it's so unique\n  Come on, everybody, and dance to the beat\n  A hip hop the hippie the hippie\n  To the hip hip hop and you don't stop\n  The rock it out baby boppa to the boogity bang bang\n  Boogie to the boogie, the beat\n  I said I can't wait 'til the end of the week\n  When I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\n  An attempt to raise your body heat\n  Just blow your mind so that you can't speak\n  To do a thing but a rock and shuffle your feet\n  And let it change up to a dance called the freak\n  And when ya finally do come into your rhythmic beat\n  Rest a little while so ya don't get weak\n  I know a man named Hank\n  He has more rhymes than a serious bank\n  So come on Hank, uh, sing that song\n  To the rhythm of the boogie the bang bang the bong\n  Well, I'm imp the dimp, the ladies pimp\n  The women fight for my delight\n  But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\n  That shock the house for the young ladies\n  And when you come inside, into the front\n  You do the freak, spank, and do the bump\n  And when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n  We're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\n  A-from sun-to-sun and from day-to-day\n  I sit down and write a brand new rhyme\n  Because they say that miracles never cease\n  I've created a devastating masterpiece\n  I'm gonna rock the mike 'til you can't resist\n  Everybody, I say, it goes like this\n  Well, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\n  A reporter stopped me for a interview\n  She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\n  That I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\n  This young reporter, I did adore\n  So I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\n  She said, \"Damn, fly guy, I'm in love with you!\n  The Casanova legend must have been true!\"\n  I said, \"By the way, baby, what's your name?\"\n  Said, \"I go by the name Lois Lane\n  And you could be my boyfriend, you surely can\n  Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\"\n  I said, \"He's a fairy, I do suppose\n  Flyin' through the air in pantyhose\n  He may be very sexy or even cute\n  But he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\"\n  I said, \"You need a man who's got finesse\n  And his whole name across his chest\n  He may be able to fly all through the night\n  But can he rock a party 'til the early light?\n  He can't satisfy you with his little worm\n  But I can bust you out with my super sperm!\"\n  I gon' do it, I gon' do it, I gon' do it, do it, do it\n\n  And I'm here, and I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\n  Just throw your hands up in the air\n  And party hardy like you just don't care\n  Let's do it, don't stop y'all\n  A-tick a-tock, y'all, you don't stop!\n  Go hotel, motel\n"},{"id":24122003,"name":"Rapper’s Delight (long version)","trackName":"Rapper’s Delight (long version)","artistName":"The Sugarhill Gang","albumName":"Rapper’s Delight","duration":871.504458,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I said-a hip, hop, the hippie, the hippie\nTo the hip hip hop-a you don't stop the rock\nIt to the bang-bang boogie, say up jump the boogie\nTo the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\nNow what you hear is not a test: I'm rappin' to the beat\nAnd me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet\nSee, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\nTo the black, to the white, the red\nAnd the brown, the purple and yellow\nBut first I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\nSay up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\nLet's rock, you don't stop\nRock the riddle that will make your body rock\nWell, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\nAnd next on the mike is my man Hank, come on\nHank, sing that song\nCheck it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN, the O-V-A and the rest is F-L-Y\nYou see, I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\nAnd these reasons I'll tell you why\nYou see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun and I dress to a D\nYou see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali and I dress so viciously\nI got bodyguards, I got two big cars, that definitely ain't the whack\nI got a Lincoln continental and a sunroof Cadillac\nSo after school, I take a dip in the pool,\nWhich is really on the wall\nI got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\nHear me talking 'bout checkbooks, credit cards,\nMore money than a sucker could ever spend\nBut I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the\nRucker, not a dime 'til I made it again\nEverybody go: Hotel, motel\nWhatcha gonna do today (Say what?)\n'Cause I'ma get a fly girl\nGonna get some spank and drive off in a def OJ\nEverybody go: Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\nYou see, if your girl starts acting up, then you take her friend\nUh Master Gee, my mellow?\nIt's on you so what you gonna do?\nWell it's on and on and on, on and on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nI said a M-A-S, a T-E-R, a G with a double E\nI said I go by the unforgettable name of the man\nThey call the Master Gee\nWell, my name is known all over the world\nBy all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\nI'm going down in history\nAs the baddest rapper there ever could be\nNow I'm feeling the highs and you're feeling the lows\nThe beat starts getting into your toes\nYou start popping your fingers and stomping your feet\nAnd moving your body while you're sitting in your seat\nAnd then damn, you start doing the freak\nI said damn, right outta your seat\nThen you throw your hands high in the air\nYou're rocking to the rhythm, shake your derriere\nYa rockin' to the beat without a care\nWith the sureshot MCs for the affair\nNow, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\nBut I rap to the beat just the same\nI got a little face, and a pair of brown eyes\nAll I'm here to do, ladies, is hypnotize\nSinging on an' an' on an' on, on an' on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nSinging on an' an' on an' on, on an' on\nLike a hot party the pop the pop the pop dibbie dibbie\nPop the pop, pop, you don't dare stop\nCome alive y'all, gimme whatcha got\nI guess by now you can take a hunch\nAnd find that I am the baby of the bunch\nBut that's okay, I still keep in stride\n'Cos all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\nSingin' on'n'n'on'n'on n'on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nSingin' on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on\nRock rock, y'all, throw it on the floor\nI'm gonna freak ya here I'm gonna freak you there\nI'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n'Cos I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\nI'll put TNT tickin' in your behind\nI said one, two, three, four, come on, girls, get on the floor\nA-come alive, y'all, a-gimme whatcha got\n'Cos I'm guaranteed to make you rock\nI said one, two, three, four, tell me, Wonder Mike\nWhat are you waiting for?\nI said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\nTo the hip hip hop and you don't stop\nThe rock it to the bang bang the boogie\nSay up jump the boogie, dig the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\nSkiddlee beebop a we rock a scooby doo\nAnd guess what, America: we love you\n'Cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\nYou could rock 'til you're a hundred and one years old\nI don't mean to brag I don't mean to boast\nBut we like hot butter on a breakfast toast\nRock it up, uh, baby bubbah\nBaby bubbah to the boogie the bang bang the boogie\nTo the beat beat, it's so unique\nCome on, everybody, and dance to the beat\nA hip hop the hippie the hippie\nTo the hip hip hop and you don't stop\nThe rock it out baby boppa to the boogity bang bang\nBoogie to the boogie, the beat\nI said I can't wait 'til the end of the week\nWhen I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\nAn attempt to raise your body heat\nJust blow your mind so that you can't speak\nTo do a thing but a rock and shuffle your feet\nAnd let it change up to a dance called the freak\nAnd when ya finally do come into your rhythmic beat\nRest a little while so ya don't get weak\nI know a man named Hank\nHe has more rhymes than a serious bank\nSo come on Hank, uh, sing that song\nTo the rhythm of the boogie the bang bang the bong\nWell, I'm imp the dimp, the ladies pimp\nThe women fight for my delight\nBut I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\nThat shock the house for the young ladies\nAnd when you come inside, into the front\nYou do the freak, spank, and do the bump\nAnd when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\nWe're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\nA-from sun-to-sun and from day-to-day\nI sit down and write a brand new rhyme\nBecause they say that miracles never cease\nI've created a devastating masterpiece\nI'm gonna rock the mike 'til you can't resist\nEverybody, I say, it goes like this\nWell, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\nA reporter stopped me for a interview\nShe said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\nThat I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\nThis young reporter, I did adore\nSo I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\nShe said, \"Damn, fly guy, I'm in love with you!\nThe Casanova legend must have been true!\"\nI said, \"By the way, baby, what's your name?\"\nSaid, \"I go by the name Lois Lane\nAnd you could be my boyfriend, you surely can\nJust let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\"\nI said, \"He's a fairy, I do suppose\nFlyin' through the air in pantyhose\nHe may be very sexy or even cute\nBut he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\"\nI said, \"You need a man who's got finesse\nAnd his whole name across his chest\nHe may be able to fly all through the night\nBut can he rock a party 'til the early light?\nHe can't satisfy you with his little worm\nBut I can bust you out with my super sperm!\"\nI gon' do it, I gon' do it, I gon' do it, do it, do it\n\nAnd I'm here, and I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\nJust throw your hands up in the air\nAnd party hardy like you just don't care\nLet's do it, don't stop y'all\nA-tick a-tock, y'all, you don't stop!\nGo hotel, 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that song\n  Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN, the O-V-A and the rest is F-L-Y\n  You see, I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\n  And these reasons I'll tell you why\n  You see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun and I dress to a D\n  You see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali and I dress so viciously\n  I got bodyguards, I got two big cars, that definitely ain't the whack\n  I got a Lincoln continental and a sunroof Cadillac\n  So after school, I take a dip in the pool,\n  Which is really on the wall\n  I got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\n  Hear me talking 'bout checkbooks, credit cards,\n  More money than a sucker could ever spend\n  But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the\n  Rucker, not a dime 'til I made it again\n  Everybody go: Hotel, motel\n  Whatcha gonna do today (Say what?)\n  'Cause I'ma get a fly girl\n  Gonna get some spank and drive off in a def OJ\n  Everybody go: Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  You see, if your girl starts acting up, then you take her friend\n  Uh Master Gee, my mellow?\n  It's on you so what you gonna do?\n  Well it's on and on and on, on and on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  I said a M-A-S, a T-E-R, a G with a double E\n  I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man\n  They call the Master Gee\n  Well, my name is known all over the world\n  By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\n  I'm going down in history\n  As the baddest rapper there ever could be\n  Now I'm feeling the highs and you're feeling the lows\n  The beat starts getting into your toes\n  You start popping your fingers and stomping your feet\n  And moving your body while you're sitting in your seat\n  And then damn, you start doing the freak\n  I said damn, right outta your seat\n  Then you throw your hands high in the air\n  You're rocking to the rhythm, shake your derriere\n  Ya rockin' to the beat without a care\n  With the sureshot MCs for the affair\n  Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\n  But I rap to the beat just the same\n  I got a little face, and a pair of brown eyes\n  All I'm here to do, ladies, is hypnotize\n  Singing on an' an' on an' on, on an' on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  Singing on an' an' on an' on, on an' on\n  Like a hot party the pop the pop the pop dibbie dibbie\n  Pop the pop, pop, you don't dare stop\n  Come alive y'all, gimme whatcha got\n  I guess by now you can take a hunch\n  And find that I am the baby of the bunch\n  But that's okay, I still keep in stride\n  'Cos all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\n  Singin' on'n'n'on'n'on n'on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  Singin' on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on\n  Rock rock, y'all, throw it on the floor\n  I'm gonna freak ya here I'm gonna freak you there\n  I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n  'Cos I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\n  I'll put TNT tickin' in your behind\n  I said one, two, three, four, come on, girls, get on the floor\n  A-come alive, y'all, a-gimme whatcha got\n  'Cos I'm guaranteed to make you rock\n  I said one, two, three, four, tell me, Wonder Mike\n  What are you waiting for?\n  I said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n  To the hip hip hop and you don't stop\n  The rock it to the bang bang the boogie\n  Say up jump the boogie, dig the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\n  Skiddlee beebop a we rock a scooby doo\n  And guess what, America: we love you\n  'Cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\n  You could rock 'til you're a hundred and one years old\n  I don't mean to brag I don't mean to boast\n  But we like hot butter on a breakfast toast\n  Rock it up, uh, baby bubbah\n  Baby bubbah to the boogie the bang bang the boogie\n  To the beat beat, it's so unique\n  Come on, everybody, and dance to the beat\n  A hip hop the hippie the hippie\n  To the hip hip hop and you don't stop\n  The rock it out baby boppa to the boogity bang bang\n  Boogie to the boogie, the beat\n  I said I can't wait 'til the end of the week\n  When I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\n  An attempt to raise your body heat\n  Just blow your mind so that you can't speak\n  To do a thing but a rock and shuffle your feet\n  And let it change up to a dance called the freak\n  And when ya finally do come into your rhythmic beat\n  Rest a little while so ya don't get weak\n  I know a man named Hank\n  He has more rhymes than a serious bank\n  So come on Hank, uh, sing that song\n  To the rhythm of the boogie the bang bang the bong\n  Well, I'm imp the dimp, the ladies pimp\n  The women fight for my delight\n  But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\n  That shock the house for the young ladies\n  And when you come inside, into the front\n  You do the freak, spank, and do the bump\n  And when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n  We're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\n  A-from sun-to-sun and from day-to-day\n  I sit down and write a brand new rhyme\n  Because they say that miracles never cease\n  I've created a devastating masterpiece\n  I'm gonna rock the mike 'til you can't resist\n  Everybody, I say, it goes like this\n  Well, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\n  A reporter stopped me for a interview\n  She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\n  That I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\n  This young reporter, I did adore\n  So I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\n  She said, \"Damn, fly guy, I'm in love with you!\n  The Casanova legend must have been true!\"\n  I said, \"By the way, baby, what's your name?\"\n  Said, \"I go by the name Lois Lane\n  And you could be my boyfriend, you surely can\n  Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\"\n  I said, \"He's a fairy, I do suppose\n  Flyin' through the air in pantyhose\n  He may be very sexy or even cute\n  But he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\"\n  I said, \"You need a man who's got finesse\n  And his whole name across his chest\n  He may be able to fly all through the night\n  But can he rock a party 'til the early light?\n  He can't satisfy you with his little worm\n  But I can bust you out with my super sperm!\"\n  I gon' do it, I gon' do it, I gon' do it, do it, do it\n\n  And I'm here, and I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\n  Just throw your hands up in the air\n  And party hardy like you just don't care\n  Let's do it, don't stop y'all\n  A-tick a-tock, y'all, you don't stop!\n  Go hotel, motel\n"},{"id":22542802,"name":"Rapper’s Delight (long version)","trackName":"Rapper’s Delight (long version)","artistName":"The Sugarhill Gang","albumName":"Rapper’s Delight","duration":429.6032,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I said-a hip, hop, the hippie, the hippie\nTo the hip hip hop-a you don't stop the rock\nIt to the bang-bang boogie, say up jump the boogie\nTo the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\nNow what you hear is not a test: I'm rappin' to the beat\nAnd me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet\nSee, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\nTo the black, to the white, the red\nAnd the brown, the purple and yellow\nBut first I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\nSay up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\nLet's rock, you don't stop\nRock the riddle that will make your body rock\nWell, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\nAnd next on the mike is my man Hank, come on\nHank, sing that song\nCheck it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN, the O-V-A and the rest is F-L-Y\nYou see, I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\nAnd these reasons I'll tell you why\nYou see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun and I dress to a D\nYou see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali and I dress so viciously\nI got bodyguards, I got two big cars, that definitely ain't the whack\nI got a Lincoln continental and a sunroof Cadillac\nSo after school, I take a dip in the pool,\nWhich is really on the wall\nI got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\nHear me talking 'bout checkbooks, credit cards,\nMore money than a sucker could ever spend\nBut I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the\nRucker, not a dime 'til I made it again\nEverybody go: Hotel, motel\nWhatcha gonna do today (Say what?)\n'Cause I'ma get a fly girl\nGonna get some spank and drive off in a def OJ\nEverybody go: Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\nYou see, if your girl starts acting up, then you take her friend\nUh Master Gee, my mellow?\nIt's on you so what you gonna do?\nWell it's on and on and on, on and on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nI said a M-A-S, a T-E-R, a G with a double E\nI said I go by the unforgettable name of the man\nThey call the Master Gee\nWell, my name is known all over the world\nBy all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\nI'm going down in history\nAs the baddest rapper there ever could be\nNow I'm feeling the highs and you're feeling the lows\nThe beat starts getting into your toes\nYou start popping your fingers and stomping your feet\nAnd moving your body while you're sitting in your seat\nAnd then damn, you start doing the freak\nI said damn, right outta your seat\nThen you throw your hands high in the air\nYou're rocking to the rhythm, shake your derriere\nYa rockin' to the beat without a care\nWith the sureshot MCs for the affair\nNow, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\nBut I rap to the beat just the same\nI got a little face, and a pair of brown eyes\nAll I'm here to do, ladies, is hypnotize\nSinging on an' an' on an' on, on an' on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nSinging on an' an' on an' on, on an' on\nLike a hot party the pop the pop the pop dibbie dibbie\nPop the pop, pop, you don't dare stop\nCome alive y'all, gimme whatcha got\nI guess by now you can take a hunch\nAnd find that I am the baby of the bunch\nBut that's okay, I still keep in stride\n'Cos all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\nSingin' on'n'n'on'n'on n'on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nSingin' on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on\nRock rock, y'all, throw it on the floor\nI'm gonna freak ya here I'm gonna freak you there\nI'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n'Cos I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\nI'll put TNT tickin' in your behind\nI said one, two, three, four, come on, girls, get on the floor\nA-come alive, y'all, a-gimme whatcha got\n'Cos I'm guaranteed to make you rock\nI said one, two, three, four, tell me, Wonder Mike\nWhat are you waiting for?\nI said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\nTo the hip hip hop and you don't stop\nThe rock it to the bang bang the boogie\nSay up jump the boogie, dig the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\nSkiddlee beebop a we rock a scooby doo\nAnd guess what, America: we love you\n'Cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\nYou could rock 'til you're a hundred and one years old\nI don't mean to brag I don't mean to boast\nBut we like hot butter on a breakfast toast\nRock it up, uh, baby bubbah\nBaby bubbah to the boogie the bang bang the boogie\nTo the beat beat, it's so unique\nCome on, everybody, and dance to the beat\nA hip hop the hippie the hippie\nTo the hip hip hop and you don't stop\nThe rock it out baby boppa to the boogity bang bang\nBoogie to the boogie, the beat\nI said I can't wait 'til the end of the week\nWhen I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\nAn attempt to raise your body heat\nJust blow your mind so that you can't speak\nTo do a thing but a rock and shuffle your feet\nAnd let it change up to a dance called the freak\nAnd when ya finally do come into your rhythmic beat\nRest a little while so ya don't get weak\nI know a man named Hank\nHe has more rhymes than a serious bank\nSo come on Hank, uh, sing that song\nTo the rhythm of the boogie the bang bang the bong\nWell, I'm imp the dimp, the ladies pimp\nThe women fight for my delight\nBut I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\nThat shock the house for the young ladies\nAnd when you come inside, into the front\nYou do the freak, spank, and do the bump\nAnd when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\nWe're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\nA-from sun-to-sun and from day-to-day\nI sit down and write a brand new rhyme\nBecause they say that miracles never cease\nI've created a devastating masterpiece\nI'm gonna rock the mike 'til you can't resist\nEverybody, I say, it goes like this\nWell, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\nA reporter stopped me for a interview\nShe said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\nThat I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\nThis young reporter, I did adore\nSo I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\nShe said, \"Damn, fly guy, I'm in love with you!\nThe Casanova legend must have been true!\"\nI said, \"By the way, baby, what's your name?\"\nSaid, \"I go by the name Lois Lane\nAnd you could be my boyfriend, you surely can\nJust let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\"\nI said, \"He's a fairy, I do suppose\nFlyin' through the air in pantyhose\nHe may be very sexy or even cute\nBut he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\"\nI said, \"You need a man who's got finesse\nAnd his whole name across his chest\nHe may be able to fly all through the night\nBut can he rock a party 'til the early light?\nHe can't satisfy you with his little worm\nBut I can bust you out with my super sperm!\"\nI gon' do it, I gon' do it, I gon' do it, do it, do it\n\nAnd I'm here, and I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\nJust throw your hands up in the air\nAnd party hardy like you just don't care\nLet's do it, don't stop y'all\nA-tick a-tock, y'all, you don't stop!\nGo hotel, motel","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rapper’s Delight (long version)\n  artist: The Sugarhill Gang\n  album: Rapper’s Delight\n  duration_ms: 429603\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I said-a hip, hop, the hippie, the hippie\n  To the hip hip hop-a you don't stop the rock\n  It to the bang-bang boogie, say up jump the boogie\n  To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\n  Now what you hear is not a test: I'm rappin' to the beat\n  And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet\n  See, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\n  To the black, to the white, the red\n  And the brown, the purple and yellow\n  But first I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\n  Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\n  Let's rock, you don't stop\n  Rock the riddle that will make your body rock\n  Well, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\n  And next on the mike is my man Hank, come on\n  Hank, sing that song\n  Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN, the O-V-A and the rest is F-L-Y\n  You see, I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\n  And these reasons I'll tell you why\n  You see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun and I dress to a D\n  You see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali and I dress so viciously\n  I got bodyguards, I got two big cars, that definitely ain't the whack\n  I got a Lincoln continental and a sunroof Cadillac\n  So after school, I take a dip in the pool,\n  Which is really on the wall\n  I got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\n  Hear me talking 'bout checkbooks, credit cards,\n  More money than a sucker could ever spend\n  But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the\n  Rucker, not a dime 'til I made it again\n  Everybody go: Hotel, motel\n  Whatcha gonna do today (Say what?)\n  'Cause I'ma get a fly girl\n  Gonna get some spank and drive off in a def OJ\n  Everybody go: Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  You see, if your girl starts acting up, then you take her friend\n  Uh Master Gee, my mellow?\n  It's on you so what you gonna do?\n  Well it's on and on and on, on and on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  I said a M-A-S, a T-E-R, a G with a double E\n  I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man\n  They call the Master Gee\n  Well, my name is known all over the world\n  By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\n  I'm going down in history\n  As the baddest rapper there ever could be\n  Now I'm feeling the highs and you're feeling the lows\n  The beat starts getting into your toes\n  You start popping your fingers and stomping your feet\n  And moving your body while you're sitting in your seat\n  And then damn, you start doing the freak\n  I said damn, right outta your seat\n  Then you throw your hands high in the air\n  You're rocking to the rhythm, shake your derriere\n  Ya rockin' to the beat without a care\n  With the sureshot MCs for the affair\n  Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\n  But I rap to the beat just the same\n  I got a little face, and a pair of brown eyes\n  All I'm here to do, ladies, is hypnotize\n  Singing on an' an' on an' on, on an' on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  Singing on an' an' on an' on, on an' on\n  Like a hot party the pop the pop the pop dibbie dibbie\n  Pop the pop, pop, you don't dare stop\n  Come alive y'all, gimme whatcha got\n  I guess by now you can take a hunch\n  And find that I am the baby of the bunch\n  But that's okay, I still keep in stride\n  'Cos all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\n  Singin' on'n'n'on'n'on n'on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  Singin' on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on\n  Rock rock, y'all, throw it on the floor\n  I'm gonna freak ya here I'm gonna freak you there\n  I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n  'Cos I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\n  I'll put TNT tickin' in your behind\n  I said one, two, three, four, come on, girls, get on the floor\n  A-come alive, y'all, a-gimme whatcha got\n  'Cos I'm guaranteed to make you rock\n  I said one, two, three, four, tell me, Wonder Mike\n  What are you waiting for?\n  I said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n  To the hip hip hop and you don't stop\n  The rock it to the bang bang the boogie\n  Say up jump the boogie, dig the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\n  Skiddlee beebop a we rock a scooby doo\n  And guess what, America: we love you\n  'Cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\n  You could rock 'til you're a hundred and one years old\n  I don't mean to brag I don't mean to boast\n  But we like hot butter on a breakfast toast\n  Rock it up, uh, baby bubbah\n  Baby bubbah to the boogie the bang bang the boogie\n  To the beat beat, it's so unique\n  Come on, everybody, and dance to the beat\n  A hip hop the hippie the hippie\n  To the hip hip hop and you don't stop\n  The rock it out baby boppa to the boogity bang bang\n  Boogie to the boogie, the beat\n  I said I can't wait 'til the end of the week\n  When I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\n  An attempt to raise your body heat\n  Just blow your mind so that you can't speak\n  To do a thing but a rock and shuffle your feet\n  And let it change up to a dance called the freak\n  And when ya finally do come into your rhythmic beat\n  Rest a little while so ya don't get weak\n  I know a man named Hank\n  He has more rhymes than a serious bank\n  So come on Hank, uh, sing that song\n  To the rhythm of the boogie the bang bang the bong\n  Well, I'm imp the dimp, the ladies pimp\n  The women fight for my delight\n  But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\n  That shock the house for the young ladies\n  And when you come inside, into the front\n  You do the freak, spank, and do the bump\n  And when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n  We're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\n  A-from sun-to-sun and from day-to-day\n  I sit down and write a brand new rhyme\n  Because they say that miracles never cease\n  I've created a devastating masterpiece\n  I'm gonna rock the mike 'til you can't resist\n  Everybody, I say, it goes like this\n  Well, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\n  A reporter stopped me for a interview\n  She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\n  That I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\n  This young reporter, I did adore\n  So I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\n  She said, \"Damn, fly guy, I'm in love with you!\n  The Casanova legend must have been true!\"\n  I said, \"By the way, baby, what's your name?\"\n  Said, \"I go by the name Lois Lane\n  And you could be my boyfriend, you surely can\n  Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\"\n  I said, \"He's a fairy, I do suppose\n  Flyin' through the air in pantyhose\n  He may be very sexy or even cute\n  But he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\"\n  I said, \"You need a man who's got finesse\n  And his whole name across his chest\n  He may be able to fly all through the night\n  But can he rock a party 'til the early light?\n  He can't satisfy you with his little worm\n  But I can bust you out with my super sperm!\"\n  I gon' do it, I gon' do it, I gon' do it, do it, do it\n\n  And I'm here, and I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\n  Just throw your hands up in the air\n  And party hardy like you just don't care\n  Let's do it, don't stop y'all\n  A-tick a-tock, y'all, you don't stop!\n  Go hotel, motel\n"},{"id":22275070,"name":"Rapper's Delight (long version)","trackName":"Rapper's Delight (long version)","artistName":"The Sugarhill Gang","albumName":"Rapper's Delight","duration":885.167104,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I said-a hip, hop, the hippie, the hippie\nTo the hip hip hop-a you don't stop the rock\nIt to the bang-bang boogie, say up jump the boogie\nTo the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\nNow what you hear is not a test: I'm rappin' to the beat\nAnd me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet\nSee, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\nTo the black, to the white, the red\nAnd the brown, the purple and yellow\nBut first I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\nSay up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\nLet's rock, you don't stop\nRock the riddle that will make your body rock\nWell, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\nAnd next on the mike is my man Hank, come on\nHank, sing that song\nCheck it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN, the O-V-A and the rest is F-L-Y\nYou see, I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\nAnd these reasons I'll tell you why\nYou see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun and I dress to a D\nYou see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali and I dress so viciously\nI got bodyguards, I got two big cars, that definitely ain't the whack\nI got a Lincoln continental and a sunroof Cadillac\nSo after school, I take a dip in the pool,\nWhich is really on the wall\nI got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\nHear me talking 'bout checkbooks, credit cards,\nMore money than a sucker could ever spend\nBut I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the\nRucker, not a dime 'til I made it again\nEverybody go: Hotel, motel\nWhatcha gonna do today (Say what?)\n'Cause I'ma get a fly girl\nGonna get some spank and drive off in a def OJ\nEverybody go: Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\nYou see, if your girl starts acting up, then you take her friend\nUh Master Gee, my mellow?\nIt's on you so what you gonna do?\nWell it's on and on and on, on and on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nI said a M-A-S, a T-E-R, a G with a double E\nI said I go by the unforgettable name of the man\nThey call the Master Gee\nWell, my name is known all over the world\nBy all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\nI'm going down in history\nAs the baddest rapper there ever could be\nNow I'm feeling the highs and you're feeling the lows\nThe beat starts getting into your toes\nYou start popping your fingers and stomping your feet\nAnd moving your body while you're sitting in your seat\nAnd then damn, you start doing the freak\nI said damn, right outta your seat\nThen you throw your hands high in the air\nYou're rocking to the rhythm, shake your derriere\nYa rockin' to the beat without a care\nWith the sureshot MCs for the affair\nNow, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\nBut I rap to the beat just the same\nI got a little face, and a pair of brown eyes\nAll I'm here to do, ladies, is hypnotize\nSinging on an' an' on an' on, on an' on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nSinging on an' an' on an' on, on an' on\nLike a hot party the pop the pop the pop dibbie dibbie\nPop the pop, pop, you don't dare stop\nCome alive y'all, gimme whatcha got\nI guess by now you can take a hunch\nAnd find that I am the baby of the bunch\nBut that's okay, I still keep in stride\n'Cos all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\nSingin' on'n'n'on'n'on n'on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nSingin' on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on\nRock rock, y'all, throw it on the floor\nI'm gonna freak ya here I'm gonna freak you there\nI'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n'Cos I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\nI'll put TNT tickin' in your behind\nI said one, two, three, four, come on, girls, get on the floor\nA-come alive, y'all, a-gimme whatcha got\n'Cos I'm guaranteed to make you rock\nI said one, two, three, four, tell me, Wonder Mike\nWhat are you waiting for?\nI said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\nTo the hip hip hop and you don't stop\nThe rock it to the bang bang the boogie\nSay up jump the boogie, dig the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\nSkiddlee beebop a we rock a scooby doo\nAnd guess what, America: we love you\n'Cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\nYou could rock 'til you're a hundred and one years old\nI don't mean to brag I don't mean to boast\nBut we like hot butter on a breakfast toast\nRock it up, uh, baby bubbah\nBaby bubbah to the boogie the bang bang the boogie\nTo the beat beat, it's so unique\nCome on, everybody, and dance to the beat\nA hip hop the hippie the hippie\nTo the hip hip hop and you don't stop\nThe rock it out baby boppa to the boogity bang bang\nBoogie to the boogie, the beat\nI said I can't wait 'til the end of the week\nWhen I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\nAn attempt to raise your body heat\nJust blow your mind so that you can't speak\nTo do a thing but a rock and shuffle your feet\nAnd let it change up to a dance called the freak\nAnd when ya finally do come into your rhythmic beat\nRest a little while so ya don't get weak\nI know a man named Hank\nHe has more rhymes than a serious bank\nSo come on Hank, uh, sing that song\nTo the rhythm of the boogie the bang bang the bong\nWell, I'm imp the dimp, the ladies pimp\nThe women fight for my delight\nBut I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\nThat shock the house for the young ladies\nAnd when you come inside, into the front\nYou do the freak, spank, and do the bump\nAnd when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\nWe're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\nA-from sun-to-sun and from day-to-day\nI sit down and write a brand new rhyme\nBecause they say that miracles never cease\nI've created a devastating masterpiece\nI'm gonna rock the mike 'til you can't resist\nEverybody, I say, it goes like this\nWell, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\nA reporter stopped me for a interview\nShe said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\nThat I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\nThis young reporter, I did adore\nSo I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\nShe said, \"Damn, fly guy, I'm in love with you!\nThe Casanova legend must have been true!\"\nI said, \"By the way, baby, what's your name?\"\nSaid, \"I go by the name Lois Lane\nAnd you could be my boyfriend, you surely can\nJust let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\"\nI said, \"He's a fairy, I do suppose\nFlyin' through the air in pantyhose\nHe may be very sexy or even cute\nBut he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\"\nI said, \"You need a man who's got finesse\nAnd his whole name across his chest\nHe may be able to fly all through the night\nBut can he rock a party 'til the early light?\nHe can't satisfy you with his little worm\nBut I can bust you out with my super sperm!\"\nI gon' do it, I gon' do it, I gon' do it, do it, do it\n\nAnd I'm here, and I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\nJust throw your hands up in the air\nAnd party hardy like you just don't care\nLet's do it, don't stop y'all\nA-tick a-tock, y'all, you don't stop!\nGo hotel, motel","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rapper's Delight (long version)\n  artist: The Sugarhill Gang\n  album: Rapper's Delight\n  duration_ms: 885167\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I said-a hip, hop, the hippie, the hippie\n  To the hip hip hop-a you don't stop the rock\n  It to the bang-bang boogie, say up jump the boogie\n  To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\n  Now what you hear is not a test: I'm rappin' to the beat\n  And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet\n  See, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\n  To the black, to the white, the red\n  And the brown, the purple and yellow\n  But first I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\n  Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\n  Let's rock, you don't stop\n  Rock the riddle that will make your body rock\n  Well, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\n  And next on the mike is my man Hank, come on\n  Hank, sing that song\n  Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN, the O-V-A and the rest is F-L-Y\n  You see, I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\n  And these reasons I'll tell you why\n  You see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun and I dress to a D\n  You see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali and I dress so viciously\n  I got bodyguards, I got two big cars, that definitely ain't the whack\n  I got a Lincoln continental and a sunroof Cadillac\n  So after school, I take a dip in the pool,\n  Which is really on the wall\n  I got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\n  Hear me talking 'bout checkbooks, credit cards,\n  More money than a sucker could ever spend\n  But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the\n  Rucker, not a dime 'til I made it again\n  Everybody go: Hotel, motel\n  Whatcha gonna do today (Say what?)\n  'Cause I'ma get a fly girl\n  Gonna get some spank and drive off in a def OJ\n  Everybody go: Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  You see, if your girl starts acting up, then you take her friend\n  Uh Master Gee, my mellow?\n  It's on you so what you gonna do?\n  Well it's on and on and on, on and on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  I said a M-A-S, a T-E-R, a G with a double E\n  I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man\n  They call the Master Gee\n  Well, my name is known all over the world\n  By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\n  I'm going down in history\n  As the baddest rapper there ever could be\n  Now I'm feeling the highs and you're feeling the lows\n  The beat starts getting into your toes\n  You start popping your fingers and stomping your feet\n  And moving your body while you're sitting in your seat\n  And then damn, you start doing the freak\n  I said damn, right outta your seat\n  Then you throw your hands high in the air\n  You're rocking to the rhythm, shake your derriere\n  Ya rockin' to the beat without a care\n  With the sureshot MCs for the affair\n  Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\n  But I rap to the beat just the same\n  I got a little face, and a pair of brown eyes\n  All I'm here to do, ladies, is hypnotize\n  Singing on an' an' on an' on, on an' on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  Singing on an' an' on an' on, on an' on\n  Like a hot party the pop the pop the pop dibbie dibbie\n  Pop the pop, pop, you don't dare stop\n  Come alive y'all, gimme whatcha got\n  I guess by now you can take a hunch\n  And find that I am the baby of the bunch\n  But that's okay, I still keep in stride\n  'Cos all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\n  Singin' on'n'n'on'n'on n'on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  Singin' on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on\n  Rock rock, y'all, throw it on the floor\n  I'm gonna freak ya here I'm gonna freak you there\n  I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n  'Cos I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\n  I'll put TNT tickin' in your behind\n  I said one, two, three, four, come on, girls, get on the floor\n  A-come alive, y'all, a-gimme whatcha got\n  'Cos I'm guaranteed to make you rock\n  I said one, two, three, four, tell me, Wonder Mike\n  What are you waiting for?\n  I said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n  To the hip hip hop and you don't stop\n  The rock it to the bang bang the boogie\n  Say up jump the boogie, dig the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\n  Skiddlee beebop a we rock a scooby doo\n  And guess what, America: we love you\n  'Cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\n  You could rock 'til you're a hundred and one years old\n  I don't mean to brag I don't mean to boast\n  But we like hot butter on a breakfast toast\n  Rock it up, uh, baby bubbah\n  Baby bubbah to the boogie the bang bang the boogie\n  To the beat beat, it's so unique\n  Come on, everybody, and dance to the beat\n  A hip hop the hippie the hippie\n  To the hip hip hop and you don't stop\n  The rock it out baby boppa to the boogity bang bang\n  Boogie to the boogie, the beat\n  I said I can't wait 'til the end of the week\n  When I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\n  An attempt to raise your body heat\n  Just blow your mind so that you can't speak\n  To do a thing but a rock and shuffle your feet\n  And let it change up to a dance called the freak\n  And when ya finally do come into your rhythmic beat\n  Rest a little while so ya don't get weak\n  I know a man named Hank\n  He has more rhymes than a serious bank\n  So come on Hank, uh, sing that song\n  To the rhythm of the boogie the bang bang the bong\n  Well, I'm imp the dimp, the ladies pimp\n  The women fight for my delight\n  But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\n  That shock the house for the young ladies\n  And when you come inside, into the front\n  You do the freak, spank, and do the bump\n  And when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n  We're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\n  A-from sun-to-sun and from day-to-day\n  I sit down and write a brand new rhyme\n  Because they say that miracles never cease\n  I've created a devastating masterpiece\n  I'm gonna rock the mike 'til you can't resist\n  Everybody, I say, it goes like this\n  Well, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\n  A reporter stopped me for a interview\n  She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\n  That I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\n  This young reporter, I did adore\n  So I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\n  She said, \"Damn, fly guy, I'm in love with you!\n  The Casanova legend must have been true!\"\n  I said, \"By the way, baby, what's your name?\"\n  Said, \"I go by the name Lois Lane\n  And you could be my boyfriend, you surely can\n  Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\"\n  I said, \"He's a fairy, I do suppose\n  Flyin' through the air in pantyhose\n  He may be very sexy or even cute\n  But he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\"\n  I said, \"You need a man who's got finesse\n  And his whole name across his chest\n  He may be able to fly all through the night\n  But can he rock a party 'til the early light?\n  He can't satisfy you with his little worm\n  But I can bust you out with my super sperm!\"\n  I gon' do it, I gon' do it, I gon' do it, do it, do it\n\n  And I'm here, and I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\n  Just throw your hands up in the air\n  And party hardy like you just don't care\n  Let's do it, don't stop y'all\n  A-tick a-tock, y'all, you don't stop!\n  Go hotel, motel\n"},{"id":21827742,"name":"Rapper's Delight (Long Version)","trackName":"Rapper's Delight (Long Version)","artistName":"The Sugarhill Gang","albumName":"Rappers Delight","duration":239.349333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I said-a hip, hop, the hippie, the hippie\nTo the hip hip hop-a you don't stop the rock\nIt to the bang-bang boogie, say up jump the boogie\nTo the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\nNow what you hear is not a test: I'm rappin' to the beat\nAnd me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet\nSee, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\nTo the black, to the white, the red\nAnd the brown, the purple and yellow\nBut first I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\nSay up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\nLet's rock, you don't stop\nRock the riddle that will make your body rock\nWell, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\nAnd next on the mike is my man Hank, come on\nHank, sing that song\nCheck it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN, the O-V-A and the rest is F-L-Y\nYou see, I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\nAnd these reasons I'll tell you why\nYou see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun and I dress to a D\nYou see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali and I dress so viciously\nI got bodyguards, I got two big cars, that definitely ain't the whack\nI got a Lincoln continental and a sunroof Cadillac\nSo after school, I take a dip in the pool,\nWhich is really on the wall\nI got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\nHear me talking 'bout checkbooks, credit cards,\nMore money than a sucker could ever spend\nBut I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the\nRucker, not a dime 'til I made it again\nEverybody go: Hotel, motel\nWhatcha gonna do today (Say what?)\n'Cause I'ma get a fly girl\nGonna get some spank and drive off in a def OJ\nEverybody go: Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\nYou see, if your girl starts acting up, then you take her friend\nUh Master Gee, my mellow?\nIt's on you so what you gonna do?\nWell it's on and on and on, on and on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nI said a M-A-S, a T-E-R, a G with a double E\nI said I go by the unforgettable name of the man\nThey call the Master Gee\nWell, my name is known all over the world\nBy all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\nI'm going down in history\nAs the baddest rapper there ever could be\nNow I'm feeling the highs and you're feeling the lows\nThe beat starts getting into your toes\nYou start popping your fingers and stomping your feet\nAnd moving your body while you're sitting in your seat\nAnd then damn, you start doing the freak\nI said damn, right outta your seat\nThen you throw your hands high in the air\nYou're rocking to the rhythm, shake your derriere\nYa rockin' to the beat without a care\nWith the sureshot MCs for the affair\nNow, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\nBut I rap to the beat just the same\nI got a little face, and a pair of brown eyes\nAll I'm here to do, ladies, is hypnotize\nSinging on an' an' on an' on, on an' on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nSinging on an' an' on an' on, on an' on\nLike a hot party the pop the pop the pop dibbie dibbie\nPop the pop, pop, you don't dare stop\nCome alive y'all, gimme whatcha got\nI guess by now you can take a hunch\nAnd find that I am the baby of the bunch\nBut that's okay, I still keep in stride\n'Cos all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\nSingin' on'n'n'on'n'on n'on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nSingin' on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on\nRock rock, y'all, throw it on the floor\nI'm gonna freak ya here I'm gonna freak you there\nI'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n'Cos I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\nI'll put TNT tickin' in your behind\nI said one, two, three, four, come on, girls, get on the floor\nA-come alive, y'all, a-gimme whatcha got\n'Cos I'm guaranteed to make you rock\nI said one, two, three, four, tell me, Wonder Mike\nWhat are you waiting for?\nI said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\nTo the hip hip hop and you don't stop\nThe rock it to the bang bang the boogie\nSay up jump the boogie, dig the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\nSkiddlee beebop a we rock a scooby doo\nAnd guess what, America: we love you\n'Cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\nYou could rock 'til you're a hundred and one years old\nI don't mean to brag I don't mean to boast\nBut we like hot butter on a breakfast toast\nRock it up, uh, baby bubbah\nBaby bubbah to the boogie the bang bang the boogie\nTo the beat beat, it's so unique\nCome on, everybody, and dance to the beat\nA hip hop the hippie the hippie\nTo the hip hip hop and you don't stop\nThe rock it out baby boppa to the boogity bang bang\nBoogie to the boogie, the beat\nI said I can't wait 'til the end of the week\nWhen I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\nAn attempt to raise your body heat\nJust blow your mind so that you can't speak\nTo do a thing but a rock and shuffle your feet\nAnd let it change up to a dance called the freak\nAnd when ya finally do come into your rhythmic beat\nRest a little while so ya don't get weak\nI know a man named Hank\nHe has more rhymes than a serious bank\nSo come on Hank, uh, sing that song\nTo the rhythm of the boogie the bang bang the bong\nWell, I'm imp the dimp, the ladies pimp\nThe women fight for my delight\nBut I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\nThat shock the house for the young ladies\nAnd when you come inside, into the front\nYou do the freak, spank, and do the bump\nAnd when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\nWe're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\nA-from sun-to-sun and from day-to-day\nI sit down and write a brand new rhyme\nBecause they say that miracles never cease\nI've created a devastating masterpiece\nI'm gonna rock the mike 'til you can't resist\nEverybody, I say, it goes like this\nWell, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\nA reporter stopped me for a interview\nShe said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\nThat I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\nThis young reporter, I did adore\nSo I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\nShe said, \"Damn, fly guy, I'm in love with you!\nThe Casanova legend must have been true!\"\nI said, \"By the way, baby, what's your name?\"\nSaid, \"I go by the name Lois Lane\nAnd you could be my boyfriend, you surely can\nJust let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\"\nI said, \"He's a fairy, I do suppose\nFlyin' through the air in pantyhose\nHe may be very sexy or even cute\nBut he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\"\nI said, \"You need a man who's got finesse\nAnd his whole name across his chest\nHe may be able to fly all through the night\nBut can he rock a party 'til the early light?\nHe can't satisfy you with his little worm\nBut I can bust you out with my super sperm!\"\nI gon' do it, I gon' do it, I gon' do it, do it, do it\n\nAnd I'm here, and I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\nJust throw your hands up in the air\nAnd party hardy like you just don't care\nLet's do it, don't stop y'all\nA-tick a-tock, y'all, you don't stop!\nGo hotel, motel","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rapper's Delight (Long Version)\n  artist: The Sugarhill Gang\n  album: Rappers Delight\n  duration_ms: 239349\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I said-a hip, hop, the hippie, the hippie\n  To the hip hip hop-a you don't stop the rock\n  It to the bang-bang boogie, say up jump the boogie\n  To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\n  Now what you hear is not a test: I'm rappin' to the beat\n  And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet\n  See, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\n  To the black, to the white, the red\n  And the brown, the purple and yellow\n  But first I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\n  Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\n  Let's rock, you don't stop\n  Rock the riddle that will make your body rock\n  Well, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\n  And next on the mike is my man Hank, come on\n  Hank, sing that song\n  Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN, the O-V-A and the rest is F-L-Y\n  You see, I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\n  And these reasons I'll tell you why\n  You see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun and I dress to a D\n  You see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali and I dress so viciously\n  I got bodyguards, I got two big cars, that definitely ain't the whack\n  I got a Lincoln continental and a sunroof Cadillac\n  So after school, I take a dip in the pool,\n  Which is really on the wall\n  I got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\n  Hear me talking 'bout checkbooks, credit cards,\n  More money than a sucker could ever spend\n  But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the\n  Rucker, not a dime 'til I made it again\n  Everybody go: Hotel, motel\n  Whatcha gonna do today (Say what?)\n  'Cause I'ma get a fly girl\n  Gonna get some spank and drive off in a def OJ\n  Everybody go: Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  You see, if your girl starts acting up, then you take her friend\n  Uh Master Gee, my mellow?\n  It's on you so what you gonna do?\n  Well it's on and on and on, on and on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  I said a M-A-S, a T-E-R, a G with a double E\n  I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man\n  They call the Master Gee\n  Well, my name is known all over the world\n  By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\n  I'm going down in history\n  As the baddest rapper there ever could be\n  Now I'm feeling the highs and you're feeling the lows\n  The beat starts getting into your toes\n  You start popping your fingers and stomping your feet\n  And moving your body while you're sitting in your seat\n  And then damn, you start doing the freak\n  I said damn, right outta your seat\n  Then you throw your hands high in the air\n  You're rocking to the rhythm, shake your derriere\n  Ya rockin' to the beat without a care\n  With the sureshot MCs for the affair\n  Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\n  But I rap to the beat just the same\n  I got a little face, and a pair of brown eyes\n  All I'm here to do, ladies, is hypnotize\n  Singing on an' an' on an' on, on an' on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  Singing on an' an' on an' on, on an' on\n  Like a hot party the pop the pop the pop dibbie dibbie\n  Pop the pop, pop, you don't dare stop\n  Come alive y'all, gimme whatcha got\n  I guess by now you can take a hunch\n  And find that I am the baby of the bunch\n  But that's okay, I still keep in stride\n  'Cos all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\n  Singin' on'n'n'on'n'on n'on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  Singin' on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on\n  Rock rock, y'all, throw it on the floor\n  I'm gonna freak ya here I'm gonna freak you there\n  I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n  'Cos I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\n  I'll put TNT tickin' in your behind\n  I said one, two, three, four, come on, girls, get on the floor\n  A-come alive, y'all, a-gimme whatcha got\n  'Cos I'm guaranteed to make you rock\n  I said one, two, three, four, tell me, Wonder Mike\n  What are you waiting for?\n  I said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n  To the hip hip hop and you don't stop\n  The rock it to the bang bang the boogie\n  Say up jump the boogie, dig the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\n  Skiddlee beebop a we rock a scooby doo\n  And guess what, America: we love you\n  'Cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\n  You could rock 'til you're a hundred and one years old\n  I don't mean to brag I don't mean to boast\n  But we like hot butter on a breakfast toast\n  Rock it up, uh, baby bubbah\n  Baby bubbah to the boogie the bang bang the boogie\n  To the beat beat, it's so unique\n  Come on, everybody, and dance to the beat\n  A hip hop the hippie the hippie\n  To the hip hip hop and you don't stop\n  The rock it out baby boppa to the boogity bang bang\n  Boogie to the boogie, the beat\n  I said I can't wait 'til the end of the week\n  When I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\n  An attempt to raise your body heat\n  Just blow your mind so that you can't speak\n  To do a thing but a rock and shuffle your feet\n  And let it change up to a dance called the freak\n  And when ya finally do come into your rhythmic beat\n  Rest a little while so ya don't get weak\n  I know a man named Hank\n  He has more rhymes than a serious bank\n  So come on Hank, uh, sing that song\n  To the rhythm of the boogie the bang bang the bong\n  Well, I'm imp the dimp, the ladies pimp\n  The women fight for my delight\n  But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\n  That shock the house for the young ladies\n  And when you come inside, into the front\n  You do the freak, spank, and do the bump\n  And when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n  We're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\n  A-from sun-to-sun and from day-to-day\n  I sit down and write a brand new rhyme\n  Because they say that miracles never cease\n  I've created a devastating masterpiece\n  I'm gonna rock the mike 'til you can't resist\n  Everybody, I say, it goes like this\n  Well, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\n  A reporter stopped me for a interview\n  She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\n  That I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\n  This young reporter, I did adore\n  So I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\n  She said, \"Damn, fly guy, I'm in love with you!\n  The Casanova legend must have been true!\"\n  I said, \"By the way, baby, what's your name?\"\n  Said, \"I go by the name Lois Lane\n  And you could be my boyfriend, you surely can\n  Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\"\n  I said, \"He's a fairy, I do suppose\n  Flyin' through the air in pantyhose\n  He may be very sexy or even cute\n  But he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\"\n  I said, \"You need a man who's got finesse\n  And his whole name across his chest\n  He may be able to fly all through the night\n  But can he rock a party 'til the early light?\n  He can't satisfy you with his little worm\n  But I can bust you out with my super sperm!\"\n  I gon' do it, I gon' do it, I gon' do it, do it, do it\n\n  And I'm here, and I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\n  Just throw your hands up in the air\n  And party hardy like you just don't care\n  Let's do it, don't stop y'all\n  A-tick a-tock, y'all, you don't stop!\n  Go hotel, motel\n"},{"id":23061764,"name":"Rapper's Delight (Long Version)","trackName":"Rapper's Delight (Long Version)","artistName":"The Sugarhill Gang","albumName":"Rapper's Delight","duration":150.2,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I said-a hip, hop, the hippie, the hippie\nTo the hip hip hop-a you don't stop the rock\nIt to the bang-bang boogie, say up jump the boogie\nTo the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\nNow what you hear is not a test: I'm rappin' to the beat\nAnd me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet\nSee, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\nTo the black, to the white, the red\nAnd the brown, the purple and yellow\nBut first I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\nSay up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\nLet's rock, you don't stop\nRock the riddle that will make your body rock\nWell, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\nAnd next on the mike is my man Hank, come on\nHank, sing that song\nCheck it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN, the O-V-A and the rest is F-L-Y\nYou see, I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\nAnd these reasons I'll tell you why\nYou see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun and I dress to a D\nYou see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali and I dress so viciously\nI got bodyguards, I got two big cars, that definitely ain't the whack\nI got a Lincoln continental and a sunroof Cadillac\nSo after school, I take a dip in the pool,\nWhich is really on the wall\nI got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\nHear me talking 'bout checkbooks, credit cards,\nMore money than a sucker could ever spend\nBut I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the\nRucker, not a dime 'til I made it again\nEverybody go: Hotel, motel\nWhatcha gonna do today (Say what?)\n'Cause I'ma get a fly girl\nGonna get some spank and drive off in a def OJ\nEverybody go: Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\nYou see, if your girl starts acting up, then you take her friend\nUh Master Gee, my mellow?\nIt's on you so what you gonna do?\nWell it's on and on and on, on and on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nI said a M-A-S, a T-E-R, a G with a double E\nI said I go by the unforgettable name of the man\nThey call the Master Gee\nWell, my name is known all over the world\nBy all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\nI'm going down in history\nAs the baddest rapper there ever could be\nNow I'm feeling the highs and you're feeling the lows\nThe beat starts getting into your toes\nYou start popping your fingers and stomping your feet\nAnd moving your body while you're sitting in your seat\nAnd then damn, you start doing the freak\nI said damn, right outta your seat\nThen you throw your hands high in the air\nYou're rocking to the rhythm, shake your derriere\nYa rockin' to the beat without a care\nWith the sureshot MCs for the affair\nNow, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\nBut I rap to the beat just the same\nI got a little face, and a pair of brown eyes\nAll I'm here to do, ladies, is hypnotize\nSinging on an' an' on an' on, on an' on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nSinging on an' an' on an' on, on an' on\nLike a hot party the pop the pop the pop dibbie dibbie\nPop the pop, pop, you don't dare stop\nCome alive y'all, gimme whatcha got\nI guess by now you can take a hunch\nAnd find that I am the baby of the bunch\nBut that's okay, I still keep in stride\n'Cos all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\nSingin' on'n'n'on'n'on n'on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nSingin' on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on\nRock rock, y'all, throw it on the floor\nI'm gonna freak ya here I'm gonna freak you there\nI'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n'Cos I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\nI'll put TNT tickin' in your behind\nI said one, two, three, four, come on, girls, get on the floor\nA-come alive, y'all, a-gimme whatcha got\n'Cos I'm guaranteed to make you rock\nI said one, two, three, four, tell me, Wonder Mike\nWhat are you waiting for?\nI said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\nTo the hip hip hop and you don't stop\nThe rock it to the bang bang the boogie\nSay up jump the boogie, dig the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\nSkiddlee beebop a we rock a scooby doo\nAnd guess what, America: we love you\n'Cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\nYou could rock 'til you're a hundred and one years old\nI don't mean to brag I don't mean to boast\nBut we like hot butter on a breakfast toast\nRock it up, uh, baby bubbah\nBaby bubbah to the boogie the bang bang the boogie\nTo the beat beat, it's so unique\nCome on, everybody, and dance to the beat\nA hip hop the hippie the hippie\nTo the hip hip hop and you don't stop\nThe rock it out baby boppa to the boogity bang bang\nBoogie to the boogie, the beat\nI said I can't wait 'til the end of the week\nWhen I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\nAn attempt to raise your body heat\nJust blow your mind so that you can't speak\nTo do a thing but a rock and shuffle your feet\nAnd let it change up to a dance called the freak\nAnd when ya finally do come into your rhythmic beat\nRest a little while so ya don't get weak\nI know a man named Hank\nHe has more rhymes than a serious bank\nSo come on Hank, uh, sing that song\nTo the rhythm of the boogie the bang bang the bong\nWell, I'm imp the dimp, the ladies pimp\nThe women fight for my delight\nBut I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\nThat shock the house for the young ladies\nAnd when you come inside, into the front\nYou do the freak, spank, and do the bump\nAnd when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\nWe're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\nA-from sun-to-sun and from day-to-day\nI sit down and write a brand new rhyme\nBecause they say that miracles never cease\nI've created a devastating masterpiece\nI'm gonna rock the mike 'til you can't resist\nEverybody, I say, it goes like this\nWell, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\nA reporter stopped me for a interview\nShe said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\nThat I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\nThis young reporter, I did adore\nSo I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\nShe said, \"Damn, fly guy, I'm in love with you!\nThe Casanova legend must have been true!\"\nI said, \"By the way, baby, what's your name?\"\nSaid, \"I go by the name Lois Lane\nAnd you could be my boyfriend, you surely can\nJust let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\"\nI said, \"He's a fairy, I do suppose\nFlyin' through the air in pantyhose\nHe may be very sexy or even cute\nBut he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\"\nI said, \"You need a man who's got finesse\nAnd his whole name across his chest\nHe may be able to fly all through the night\nBut can he rock a party 'til the early light?\nHe can't satisfy you with his little worm\nBut I can bust you out with my super sperm!\"\nI gon' do it, I gon' do it, I gon' do it, do it, do it\n\nAnd I'm here, and I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\nJust throw your hands up in the air\nAnd party hardy like you just don't care\nLet's do it, don't stop y'all\nA-tick a-tock, y'all, you don't stop!\nGo hotel, motel","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rapper's Delight (Long Version)\n  artist: The Sugarhill Gang\n  album: Rapper's Delight\n  duration_ms: 150200\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I said-a hip, hop, the hippie, the hippie\n  To the hip hip hop-a you don't stop the rock\n  It to the bang-bang boogie, say up jump the boogie\n  To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\n  Now what you hear is not a test: I'm rappin' to the beat\n  And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet\n  See, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\n  To the black, to the white, the red\n  And the brown, the purple and yellow\n  But first I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\n  Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\n  Let's rock, you don't stop\n  Rock the riddle that will make your body rock\n  Well, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\n  And next on the mike is my man Hank, come on\n  Hank, sing that song\n  Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN, the O-V-A and the rest is F-L-Y\n  You see, I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\n  And these reasons I'll tell you why\n  You see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun and I dress to a D\n  You see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali and I dress so viciously\n  I got bodyguards, I got two big cars, that definitely ain't the whack\n  I got a Lincoln continental and a sunroof Cadillac\n  So after school, I take a dip in the pool,\n  Which is really on the wall\n  I got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\n  Hear me talking 'bout checkbooks, credit cards,\n  More money than a sucker could ever spend\n  But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the\n  Rucker, not a dime 'til I made it again\n  Everybody go: Hotel, motel\n  Whatcha gonna do today (Say what?)\n  'Cause I'ma get a fly girl\n  Gonna get some spank and drive off in a def OJ\n  Everybody go: Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  You see, if your girl starts acting up, then you take her friend\n  Uh Master Gee, my mellow?\n  It's on you so what you gonna do?\n  Well it's on and on and on, on and on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  I said a M-A-S, a T-E-R, a G with a double E\n  I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man\n  They call the Master Gee\n  Well, my name is known all over the world\n  By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\n  I'm going down in history\n  As the baddest rapper there ever could be\n  Now I'm feeling the highs and you're feeling the lows\n  The beat starts getting into your toes\n  You start popping your fingers and stomping your feet\n  And moving your body while you're sitting in your seat\n  And then damn, you start doing the freak\n  I said damn, right outta your seat\n  Then you throw your hands high in the air\n  You're rocking to the rhythm, shake your derriere\n  Ya rockin' to the beat without a care\n  With the sureshot MCs for the affair\n  Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\n  But I rap to the beat just the same\n  I got a little face, and a pair of brown eyes\n  All I'm here to do, ladies, is hypnotize\n  Singing on an' an' on an' on, on an' on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  Singing on an' an' on an' on, on an' on\n  Like a hot party the pop the pop the pop dibbie dibbie\n  Pop the pop, pop, you don't dare stop\n  Come alive y'all, gimme whatcha got\n  I guess by now you can take a hunch\n  And find that I am the baby of the bunch\n  But that's okay, I still keep in stride\n  'Cos all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\n  Singin' on'n'n'on'n'on n'on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  Singin' on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on\n  Rock rock, y'all, throw it on the floor\n  I'm gonna freak ya here I'm gonna freak you there\n  I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n  'Cos I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\n  I'll put TNT tickin' in your behind\n  I said one, two, three, four, come on, girls, get on the floor\n  A-come alive, y'all, a-gimme whatcha got\n  'Cos I'm guaranteed to make you rock\n  I said one, two, three, four, tell me, Wonder Mike\n  What are you waiting for?\n  I said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n  To the hip hip hop and you don't stop\n  The rock it to the bang bang the boogie\n  Say up jump the boogie, dig the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\n  Skiddlee beebop a we rock a scooby doo\n  And guess what, America: we love you\n  'Cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\n  You could rock 'til you're a hundred and one years old\n  I don't mean to brag I don't mean to boast\n  But we like hot butter on a breakfast toast\n  Rock it up, uh, baby bubbah\n  Baby bubbah to the boogie the bang bang the boogie\n  To the beat beat, it's so unique\n  Come on, everybody, and dance to the beat\n  A hip hop the hippie the hippie\n  To the hip hip hop and you don't stop\n  The rock it out baby boppa to the boogity bang bang\n  Boogie to the boogie, the beat\n  I said I can't wait 'til the end of the week\n  When I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\n  An attempt to raise your body heat\n  Just blow your mind so that you can't speak\n  To do a thing but a rock and shuffle your feet\n  And let it change up to a dance called the freak\n  And when ya finally do come into your rhythmic beat\n  Rest a little while so ya don't get weak\n  I know a man named Hank\n  He has more rhymes than a serious bank\n  So come on Hank, uh, sing that song\n  To the rhythm of the boogie the bang bang the bong\n  Well, I'm imp the dimp, the ladies pimp\n  The women fight for my delight\n  But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\n  That shock the house for the young ladies\n  And when you come inside, into the front\n  You do the freak, spank, and do the bump\n  And when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n  We're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\n  A-from sun-to-sun and from day-to-day\n  I sit down and write a brand new rhyme\n  Because they say that miracles never cease\n  I've created a devastating masterpiece\n  I'm gonna rock the mike 'til you can't resist\n  Everybody, I say, it goes like this\n  Well, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\n  A reporter stopped me for a interview\n  She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\n  That I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\n  This young reporter, I did adore\n  So I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\n  She said, \"Damn, fly guy, I'm in love with you!\n  The Casanova legend must have been true!\"\n  I said, \"By the way, baby, what's your name?\"\n  Said, \"I go by the name Lois Lane\n  And you could be my boyfriend, you surely can\n  Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\"\n  I said, \"He's a fairy, I do suppose\n  Flyin' through the air in pantyhose\n  He may be very sexy or even cute\n  But he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\"\n  I said, \"You need a man who's got finesse\n  And his whole name across his chest\n  He may be able to fly all through the night\n  But can he rock a party 'til the early light?\n  He can't satisfy you with his little worm\n  But I can bust you out with my super sperm!\"\n  I gon' do it, I gon' do it, I gon' do it, do it, do it\n\n  And I'm here, and I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\n  Just throw your hands up in the air\n  And party hardy like you just don't care\n  Let's do it, don't stop y'all\n  A-tick a-tock, y'all, you don't stop!\n  Go hotel, motel\n"},{"id":10238246,"name":"Rapper’s Delight (long version)","trackName":"Rapper’s Delight (long version)","artistName":"Sugarhill Gang, The","albumName":"Rapper’s Delight","duration":876.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I said-a hip, hop, the hippie, the hippie\nTo the hip hip hop-a you don't stop the rock\nIt to the bang-bang boogie, say up jump the boogie\nTo the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\nNow what you hear is not a test: I'm rappin' to the beat\nAnd me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet\nSee, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\nTo the black, to the white, the red\nAnd the brown, the purple and yellow\nBut first I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\nSay up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\nLet's rock, you don't stop\nRock the riddle that will make your body rock\nWell, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\nAnd next on the mike is my man Hank, come on\nHank, sing that song\nCheck it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN, the O-V-A and the rest is F-L-Y\nYou see, I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\nAnd these reasons I'll tell you why\nYou see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun and I dress to a D\nYou see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali and I dress so viciously\nI got bodyguards, I got two big cars, that definitely ain't the whack\nI got a Lincoln continental and a sunroof Cadillac\nSo after school, I take a dip in the pool,\nWhich is really on the wall\nI got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\nHear me talking 'bout checkbooks, credit cards,\nMore money than a sucker could ever spend\nBut I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the\nRucker, not a dime 'til I made it again\nEverybody go: Hotel, motel\nWhatcha gonna do today (Say what?)\n'Cause I'ma get a fly girl\nGonna get some spank and drive off in a def OJ\nEverybody go: Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\nYou see, if your girl starts acting up, then you take her friend\nUh Master Gee, my mellow?\nIt's on you so what you gonna do?\nWell it's on and on and on, on and on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nI said a M-A-S, a T-E-R, a G with a double E\nI said I go by the unforgettable name of the man\nThey call the Master Gee\nWell, my name is known all over the world\nBy all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\nI'm going down in history\nAs the baddest rapper there ever could be\nNow I'm feeling the highs and you're feeling the lows\nThe beat starts getting into your toes\nYou start popping your fingers and stomping your feet\nAnd moving your body while you're sitting in your seat\nAnd then damn, you start doing the freak\nI said damn, right outta your seat\nThen you throw your hands high in the air\nYou're rocking to the rhythm, shake your derriere\nYa rockin' to the beat without a care\nWith the sureshot MCs for the affair\nNow, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\nBut I rap to the beat just the same\nI got a little face, and a pair of brown eyes\nAll I'm here to do, ladies, is hypnotize\nSinging on an' an' on an' on, on an' on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nSinging on an' an' on an' on, on an' on\nLike a hot party the pop the pop the pop dibbie dibbie\nPop the pop, pop, you don't dare stop\nCome alive y'all, gimme whatcha got\nI guess by now you can take a hunch\nAnd find that I am the baby of the bunch\nBut that's okay, I still keep in stride\n'Cos all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\nSingin' on'n'n'on'n'on n'on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nSingin' on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on\nRock rock, y'all, throw it on the floor\nI'm gonna freak ya here I'm gonna freak you there\nI'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n'Cos I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\nI'll put TNT tickin' in your behind\nI said one, two, three, four, come on, girls, get on the floor\nA-come alive, y'all, a-gimme whatcha got\n'Cos I'm guaranteed to make you rock\nI said one, two, three, four, tell me, Wonder Mike\nWhat are you waiting for?\nI said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\nTo the hip hip hop and you don't stop\nThe rock it to the bang bang the boogie\nSay up jump the boogie, dig the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\nSkiddlee beebop a we rock a scooby doo\nAnd guess what, America: we love you\n'Cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\nYou could rock 'til you're a hundred and one years old\nI don't mean to brag I don't mean to boast\nBut we like hot butter on a breakfast toast\nRock it up, uh, baby bubbah\nBaby bubbah to the boogie the bang bang the boogie\nTo the beat beat, it's so unique\nCome on, everybody, and dance to the beat\nA hip hop the hippie the hippie\nTo the hip hip hop and you don't stop\nThe rock it out baby boppa to the boogity bang bang\nBoogie to the boogie, the beat\nI said I can't wait 'til the end of the week\nWhen I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\nAn attempt to raise your body heat\nJust blow your mind so that you can't speak\nTo do a thing but a rock and shuffle your feet\nAnd let it change up to a dance called the freak\nAnd when ya finally do come into your rhythmic beat\nRest a little while so ya don't get weak\nI know a man named Hank\nHe has more rhymes than a serious bank\nSo come on Hank, uh, sing that song\nTo the rhythm of the boogie the bang bang the bong\nWell, I'm imp the dimp, the ladies pimp\nThe women fight for my delight\nBut I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\nThat shock the house for the young ladies\nAnd when you come inside, into the front\nYou do the freak, spank, and do the bump\nAnd when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\nWe're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\nA-from sun-to-sun and from day-to-day\nI sit down and write a brand new rhyme\nBecause they say that miracles never cease\nI've created a devastating masterpiece\nI'm gonna rock the mike 'til you can't resist\nEverybody, I say, it goes like this\nWell, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\nA reporter stopped me for a interview\nShe said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\nThat I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\nThis young reporter, I did adore\nSo I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\nShe said, \"Damn, fly guy, I'm in love with you!\nThe Casanova legend must have been true!\"\nI said, \"By the way, baby, what's your name?\"\nSaid, \"I go by the name Lois Lane\nAnd you could be my boyfriend, you surely can\nJust let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\"\nI said, \"He's a fairy, I do suppose\nFlyin' through the air in pantyhose\nHe may be very sexy or even cute\nBut he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\"\nI said, \"You need a man who's got finesse\nAnd his whole name across his chest\nHe may be able to fly all through the night\nBut can he rock a party 'til the early light?\nHe can't satisfy you with his little worm\nBut I can bust you out with my super sperm!\"\nI gon' do it, I gon' do it, I gon' do it, do it, do it\n\nAnd I'm here, and I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\nJust throw your hands up in the air\nAnd party hardy like you just don't care\nLet's do it, don't stop y'all\nA-tick a-tock, y'all, you don't stop!\nGo hotel, motel","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rapper’s Delight (long version)\n  artist: Sugarhill Gang, The\n  album: Rapper’s Delight\n  duration_ms: 876000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I said-a hip, hop, the hippie, the hippie\n  To the hip hip hop-a you don't stop the rock\n  It to the bang-bang boogie, say up jump the boogie\n  To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\n  Now what you hear is not a test: I'm rappin' to the beat\n  And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet\n  See, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\n  To the black, to the white, the red\n  And the brown, the purple and yellow\n  But first I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\n  Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\n  Let's rock, you don't stop\n  Rock the riddle that will make your body rock\n  Well, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\n  And next on the mike is my man Hank, come on\n  Hank, sing that song\n  Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN, the O-V-A and the rest is F-L-Y\n  You see, I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\n  And these reasons I'll tell you why\n  You see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun and I dress to a D\n  You see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali and I dress so viciously\n  I got bodyguards, I got two big cars, that definitely ain't the whack\n  I got a Lincoln continental and a sunroof Cadillac\n  So after school, I take a dip in the pool,\n  Which is really on the wall\n  I got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\n  Hear me talking 'bout checkbooks, credit cards,\n  More money than a sucker could ever spend\n  But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the\n  Rucker, not a dime 'til I made it again\n  Everybody go: Hotel, motel\n  Whatcha gonna do today (Say what?)\n  'Cause I'ma get a fly girl\n  Gonna get some spank and drive off in a def OJ\n  Everybody go: Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  You see, if your girl starts acting up, then you take her friend\n  Uh Master Gee, my mellow?\n  It's on you so what you gonna do?\n  Well it's on and on and on, on and on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  I said a M-A-S, a T-E-R, a G with a double E\n  I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man\n  They call the Master Gee\n  Well, my name is known all over the world\n  By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\n  I'm going down in history\n  As the baddest rapper there ever could be\n  Now I'm feeling the highs and you're feeling the lows\n  The beat starts getting into your toes\n  You start popping your fingers and stomping your feet\n  And moving your body while you're sitting in your seat\n  And then damn, you start doing the freak\n  I said damn, right outta your seat\n  Then you throw your hands high in the air\n  You're rocking to the rhythm, shake your derriere\n  Ya rockin' to the beat without a care\n  With the sureshot MCs for the affair\n  Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\n  But I rap to the beat just the same\n  I got a little face, and a pair of brown eyes\n  All I'm here to do, ladies, is hypnotize\n  Singing on an' an' on an' on, on an' on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  Singing on an' an' on an' on, on an' on\n  Like a hot party the pop the pop the pop dibbie dibbie\n  Pop the pop, pop, you don't dare stop\n  Come alive y'all, gimme whatcha got\n  I guess by now you can take a hunch\n  And find that I am the baby of the bunch\n  But that's okay, I still keep in stride\n  'Cos all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\n  Singin' on'n'n'on'n'on n'on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  Singin' on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on\n  Rock rock, y'all, throw it on the floor\n  I'm gonna freak ya here I'm gonna freak you there\n  I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n  'Cos I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\n  I'll put TNT tickin' in your behind\n  I said one, two, three, four, come on, girls, get on the floor\n  A-come alive, y'all, a-gimme whatcha got\n  'Cos I'm guaranteed to make you rock\n  I said one, two, three, four, tell me, Wonder Mike\n  What are you waiting for?\n  I said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n  To the hip hip hop and you don't stop\n  The rock it to the bang bang the boogie\n  Say up jump the boogie, dig the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\n  Skiddlee beebop a we rock a scooby doo\n  And guess what, America: we love you\n  'Cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\n  You could rock 'til you're a hundred and one years old\n  I don't mean to brag I don't mean to boast\n  But we like hot butter on a breakfast toast\n  Rock it up, uh, baby bubbah\n  Baby bubbah to the boogie the bang bang the boogie\n  To the beat beat, it's so unique\n  Come on, everybody, and dance to the beat\n  A hip hop the hippie the hippie\n  To the hip hip hop and you don't stop\n  The rock it out baby boppa to the boogity bang bang\n  Boogie to the boogie, the beat\n  I said I can't wait 'til the end of the week\n  When I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\n  An attempt to raise your body heat\n  Just blow your mind so that you can't speak\n  To do a thing but a rock and shuffle your feet\n  And let it change up to a dance called the freak\n  And when ya finally do come into your rhythmic beat\n  Rest a little while so ya don't get weak\n  I know a man named Hank\n  He has more rhymes than a serious bank\n  So come on Hank, uh, sing that song\n  To the rhythm of the boogie the bang bang the bong\n  Well, I'm imp the dimp, the ladies pimp\n  The women fight for my delight\n  But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\n  That shock the house for the young ladies\n  And when you come inside, into the front\n  You do the freak, spank, and do the bump\n  And when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n  We're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\n  A-from sun-to-sun and from day-to-day\n  I sit down and write a brand new rhyme\n  Because they say that miracles never cease\n  I've created a devastating masterpiece\n  I'm gonna rock the mike 'til you can't resist\n  Everybody, I say, it goes like this\n  Well, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\n  A reporter stopped me for a interview\n  She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\n  That I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\n  This young reporter, I did adore\n  So I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\n  She said, \"Damn, fly guy, I'm in love with you!\n  The Casanova legend must have been true!\"\n  I said, \"By the way, baby, what's your name?\"\n  Said, \"I go by the name Lois Lane\n  And you could be my boyfriend, you surely can\n  Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\"\n  I said, \"He's a fairy, I do suppose\n  Flyin' through the air in pantyhose\n  He may be very sexy or even cute\n  But he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\"\n  I said, \"You need a man who's got finesse\n  And his whole name across his chest\n  He may be able to fly all through the night\n  But can he rock a party 'til the early light?\n  He can't satisfy you with his little worm\n  But I can bust you out with my super sperm!\"\n  I gon' do it, I gon' do it, I gon' do it, do it, do it\n\n  And I'm here, and I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\n  Just throw your hands up in the air\n  And party hardy like you just don't care\n  Let's do it, don't stop y'all\n  A-tick a-tock, y'all, you don't stop!\n  Go hotel, motel\n"},{"id":7016231,"name":"Rapper's Delight (Long Version)","trackName":"Rapper's Delight (Long Version)","artistName":"The Sugarhill Gang","albumName":"Sugarhill Gang","duration":876.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I said-a hip, hop, the hippie, the hippie\nTo the hip hip hop-a you don't stop the rock\nIt to the bang-bang boogie, say up jump the boogie\nTo the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\nNow what you hear is not a test: I'm rappin' to the beat\nAnd me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet\nSee, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\nTo the black, to the white, the red\nAnd the brown, the purple and yellow\nBut first I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\nSay up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\nLet's rock, you don't stop\nRock the riddle that will make your body rock\nWell, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\nAnd next on the mike is my man Hank, come on\nHank, sing that song\nCheck it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN, the O-V-A and the rest is F-L-Y\nYou see, I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\nAnd these reasons I'll tell you why\nYou see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun and I dress to a D\nYou see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali and I dress so viciously\nI got bodyguards, I got two big cars, that definitely ain't the whack\nI got a Lincoln continental and a sunroof Cadillac\nSo after school, I take a dip in the pool,\nWhich is really on the wall\nI got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\nHear me talking 'bout checkbooks, credit cards,\nMore money than a sucker could ever spend\nBut I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the\nRucker, not a dime 'til I made it again\nEverybody go: Hotel, motel\nWhatcha gonna do today (Say what?)\n'Cause I'ma get a fly girl\nGonna get some spank and drive off in a def OJ\nEverybody go: Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\nYou see, if your girl starts acting up, then you take her friend\nUh Master Gee, my mellow?\nIt's on you so what you gonna do?\nWell it's on and on and on, on and on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nI said a M-A-S, a T-E-R, a G with a double E\nI said I go by the unforgettable name of the man\nThey call the Master Gee\nWell, my name is known all over the world\nBy all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\nI'm going down in history\nAs the baddest rapper there ever could be\nNow I'm feeling the highs and you're feeling the lows\nThe beat starts getting into your toes\nYou start popping your fingers and stomping your feet\nAnd moving your body while you're sitting in your seat\nAnd then damn, you start doing the freak\nI said damn, right outta your seat\nThen you throw your hands high in the air\nYou're rocking to the rhythm, shake your derriere\nYa rockin' to the beat without a care\nWith the sureshot MCs for the affair\nNow, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\nBut I rap to the beat just the same\nI got a little face, and a pair of brown eyes\nAll I'm here to do, ladies, is hypnotize\nSinging on an' an' on an' on, on an' on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nSinging on an' an' on an' on, on an' on\nLike a hot party the pop the pop the pop dibbie dibbie\nPop the pop, pop, you don't dare stop\nCome alive y'all, gimme whatcha got\nI guess by now you can take a hunch\nAnd find that I am the baby of the bunch\nBut that's okay, I still keep in stride\n'Cos all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\nSingin' on'n'n'on'n'on n'on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nSingin' on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on\nRock rock, y'all, throw it on the floor\nI'm gonna freak ya here I'm gonna freak you there\nI'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n'Cos I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\nI'll put TNT tickin' in your behind\nI said one, two, three, four, come on, girls, get on the floor\nA-come alive, y'all, a-gimme whatcha got\n'Cos I'm guaranteed to make you rock\nI said one, two, three, four, tell me, Wonder Mike\nWhat are you waiting for?\nI said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\nTo the hip hip hop and you don't stop\nThe rock it to the bang bang the boogie\nSay up jump the boogie, dig the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\nSkiddlee beebop a we rock a scooby doo\nAnd guess what, America: we love you\n'Cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\nYou could rock 'til you're a hundred and one years old\nI don't mean to brag I don't mean to boast\nBut we like hot butter on a breakfast toast\nRock it up, uh, baby bubbah\nBaby bubbah to the boogie the bang bang the boogie\nTo the beat beat, it's so unique\nCome on, everybody, and dance to the beat\nA hip hop the hippie the hippie\nTo the hip hip hop and you don't stop\nThe rock it out baby boppa to the boogity bang bang\nBoogie to the boogie, the beat\nI said I can't wait 'til the end of the week\nWhen I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\nAn attempt to raise your body heat\nJust blow your mind so that you can't speak\nTo do a thing but a rock and shuffle your feet\nAnd let it change up to a dance called the freak\nAnd when ya finally do come into your rhythmic beat\nRest a little while so ya don't get weak\nI know a man named Hank\nHe has more rhymes than a serious bank\nSo come on Hank, uh, sing that song\nTo the rhythm of the boogie the bang bang the bong\nWell, I'm imp the dimp, the ladies pimp\nThe women fight for my delight\nBut I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\nThat shock the house for the young ladies\nAnd when you come inside, into the front\nYou do the freak, spank, and do the bump\nAnd when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\nWe're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\nA-from sun-to-sun and from day-to-day\nI sit down and write a brand new rhyme\nBecause they say that miracles never cease\nI've created a devastating masterpiece\nI'm gonna rock the mike 'til you can't resist\nEverybody, I say, it goes like this\nWell, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\nA reporter stopped me for a interview\nShe said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\nThat I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\nThis young reporter, I did adore\nSo I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\nShe said, \"Damn, fly guy, I'm in love with you!\nThe Casanova legend must have been true!\"\nI said, \"By the way, baby, what's your name?\"\nSaid, \"I go by the name Lois Lane\nAnd you could be my boyfriend, you surely can\nJust let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\"\nI said, \"He's a fairy, I do suppose\nFlyin' through the air in pantyhose\nHe may be very sexy or even cute\nBut he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\"\nI said, \"You need a man who's got finesse\nAnd his whole name across his chest\nHe may be able to fly all through the night\nBut can he rock a party 'til the early light?\nHe can't satisfy you with his little worm\nBut I can bust you out with my super sperm!\"\nI gon' do it, I gon' do it, I gon' do it, do it, do it\n\nAnd I'm here, and I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\nJust throw your hands up in the air\nAnd party hardy like you just don't care\nLet's do it, don't stop y'all\nA-tick a-tock, y'all, you don't stop!\nGo hotel, motel","syncedLyrics":"[00:35.74] I said-a hip, hop, the hippie, the hippie\n[00:38.48] To the hip hip hop-a you don't stop the rock\n[00:39.87] It to the bang-bang boogie, say up jump the boogie\n[00:41.63] To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\n[00:43.97] Now what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin' to the beat\n[00:48.52] And me, the groove and my friends are gonna try to move your feet\n[00:53.06] See I am Wonder Mike and I'd like to say hello\n[00:56.91] To the black, to the white, the red and the brown, the purple and yellow\n[01:01.47] But first I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\n[01:04.13] Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\n[01:06.06] Let's rock, you don't stop\n[01:08.46] Rock the riddle that will make your body rock\n[01:10.42] Well, so far youve heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\n[01:14.40] And next on the mic is my man Hank: come on, Hank, sing that song\n[01:18.53] Check it out: I'm the C-a-s-an-the-o-v-a, and the rest is f-l-y\n[01:21.53] Y'see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix and these reasons, I'll tell ya why:\n[01:27.18] Y'see I'm six-foot-one and I'm tons of fun, and I dress to a T\n[01:31.53] Y'see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali and I dress so viciously\n[01:36.14] I got bodyguards, I got two big cars that definitely ain't the wack\n[01:40.25] I got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac\n[01:44.64] So after school, I take a dip in the pool which is really on the wall\n[01:48.99] I got a color TV, so I can see the Knicks play basketball\n[01:53.19] Hear me talkin' 'bout checkbooks, credit cards, more money than a sucker could ever spend\n[01:57.80] But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the rucker, not a dime till I made it again\n[02:01.96] Y'go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? [(Say what?)]\n[02:06.16] Y'say I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin', drive off in a def OJ\n[02:10.74] Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n[02:13.45] Say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\n[02:17.65] Master Gee, am I mellow?\n[02:21.13] It's on you, so what you gonna do?\n[02:23.78] Well, it's on n on n on on n on\n[02:26.38] The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n[02:27.91] I said m-a-s, t-e-r, a g with a double e\n[02:30.54] I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Master Gee\n[02:36.30] Well, my name is known all over the world\n[02:38.88] By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\n[02:41.06] I'm goin down in history\n[02:43.07] As the baddest rapper there ever could be\n[02:45.68] Now I'm feelin' the highs and ya feelin' the lows\n[02:47.64] The beat starts gettin' into your toes\n[02:49.91] Ya start poppin' ya fingers and stompin' your feet\n[02:52.23] And movin' your body while you're sittin' in your seat\n[02:54.10] And then, damn, ya start doin' the Freak\n[02:56.13] I said damn, right outta your seat\n[02:58.13] Then ya throw your hands high in the air\n[03:00.25] Ya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere\n[03:02.54] Ya rockin' to the beat without a care\n[03:04.81] With the sure shot MCs for the affair\n[03:07.16] Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\n[03:09.09] But I rap to the beat just the same\n[03:10.96] I got a little face and a pair of brown eyes\n[03:13.59] All I'm here to do, ladies, is hypnotize\n[03:15.57] Singin' on n n on n on n on\n[03:17.56] The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n[03:19.89] Singin' on n n on n on on n on\n[03:22.15] Like a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie\n[03:24.32] Pop da pop pop, ya don't dare stop\n[03:26.32] Come alive, y'all, gimme what ya got\n[03:28.59] I guess by now, you can take a hunch\n[03:30.88] And find that I am the baby of the bunch\n[03:33.14] But that's okay I still keep in stride\n[03:35.06] 'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\n[03:37.35] Singin' on n n on n on n on\n[03:39.24] The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n[03:41.41] Singin' on n n on n on on n on\n[03:43.66] Rock rock, y'all, throw it on the floor\n[03:45.91] I'm gonna freak ya here, I'm gonna feak ya there\n[03:47.88] I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n[03:50.14] 'Cause I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\n[03:52.09] I'll put t-t-tickets in your behind\n[03:54.31] I said 1-2-3-4, come on girls, get on the floor\n[03:56.94] A-come alive, y'all, a-gimme what ya got\n[04:00.83] 'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock\n[04:03.01] I said 1-2-3-4, tell me Wonder Mike, what are you waitin' for?\n[04:07.37] I said-a hip hop, the hippie to the hippie\n[04:09.66] The hip hip hop-a you don't stop the rock\n[04:11.95] It to the bang bang boogie, say up jump the boogie\n[04:13.82] To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\n[04:15.77] Skiddlee beebop-a we rock a scoobie doo\n[04:18.42] And guess what, America, we love you\n[04:20.69] 'Cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\n[04:22.54] You could rock till you're a hundred and one years old\n[04:24.62] I don't mean to brag, I don't mean to boast\n[04:26.97] But we like hot butter on our breakfast toast\n[04:28.99] Rock it up, baby bubbah\n[04:31.20] Baby bubbah to the boogie, da bang bang da boogie\n[04:33.51] To the beat beat, it's so unique\n[04:33.82] Come on, everybody and dance to the beat\n[04:56.03] I said-a hip hop, the hippie the hippie\n[04:57.60] To the hip hip hop-a you dont stop\n[04:59.99] Rock it out, baby bubbah, to the boogie da bang bang\n[05:00.57] The boogie to the boogie da beat\n[05:03.76] I said I can't wait till the end of the week\n[05:06.34] When I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\n[05:08.21] And attempt to raise your body heat\n[05:10.27] Just blow your mind so that you can't speak\n[05:12.42] And do a thing but a rock and shuffle your feet\n[05:14.72] And let it change up to a dance called The Freak\n[05:17.04] And when ya finally do come in to your rhythmic beat\n[05:19.05] Rest a little while so ya don't get weak\n[05:21.31] I know a man named Hank\n[05:23.56] He has more rhymes than a serious bank\n[05:25.78] So come on, Hank, sing that song\n[05:27.63] To the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong\n[05:29.87] Well, I'm imp the dimp, the ladies pimp\n[05:32.15] The women fight for my delight\n[05:34.09] But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\n[05:36.12] That shock the house for the young ladies\n[05:38.36] And when you come inside into the front\n[05:40.58] You do the freak, spank, and do the bump\n[05:42.36] And when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n[05:44.77] We're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\n[05:47.00] A-from sun-to-sun and from day-to-day\n[05:48.88] I sit down and write a brand new rhyme\n[05:51.43] Because they say that miracles never cease\n[05:53.31] I've created a devastating masterpiece\n[05:55.67] I'm gonna rock the mic till you can't resist\n[05:57.85] Everybody, I say, it goes like this:\n[06:00.02] Well, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\n[06:02.30] A reporter stopped me for a interview\n[06:04.15] She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\n[06:04.82] That I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\n[06:08.58] This young reporter, I did adore\n[06:10.51] So I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\n[06:12.86] She said, \"Damn, fly guy, I'm in love with you!\n[06:14.79] The Cassanova legend must have been true!\"\n[06:17.10] I said, \"By the way, baby, what's your name?\"\n[06:19.68] Said, \"I go by the name of Lois Lane\n[06:22.10] And you could be my boyfriend, you surely can\n[06:23.84] Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\"\n[06:26.91] I said, \"He's a fairy, I do suppose\n[06:28.02] Flyin' through the air in pantyhose\n[06:30.29] He may be very sexy or even cute\n[06:32.11] But he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\"\n[06:34.56] I said, \"You need a man who's got finesse\n[06:36.46] And his whole name across his chest\n[06:38.85] He may be able to fly all through the night\n[06:40.96] But can he rock a party till the early light?\n[06:43.29] He can't satisfy you with his little worm\n[06:45.52] But I can bust you out with my super sperm!\"\n[06:47.32] I gon' do it, I gon' do it\n[06:48.94] I gon' do it, do it, do it\n[06:49.88] And I'm here, and I'm there\n[06:53.73] I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\n[06:55.90] Just throw your hands up in the air\n[06:58.13] And party hardy like you just don't care\n[07:00.63] Let's do it, don't stop y'all\n[07:02.48] A-tick a-tock, y'all, you don't stop!\n[07:04.37] Go hotel, motel, what you gonna do today? [(Say what?)]\n[07:07.26] I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spank, drive off in a def OJ\n[07:12.70] Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n[07:15.84] You say, if your girl starts actin' up then you take her friend\n[07:21.67] I say skip, dive, what can I say?\n[07:24.26] I can't fit em all inside my OJ\n[07:26.46] So I just take half and bust them out\n[07:29.63] I give the rest to Master Gee so he could shock the house\n[07:30.95] It was twelve o'clock one Friday night\n[07:32.65] I was rockin' to the beat and feelin' all right\n[07:35.11] Everybody was dancin' on the floor\n[07:37.06] Doin' all the things they never did before\n[07:39.28] And then this fly, fly girl with a sexy lean\n[07:41.52] She came into the bar, she came into the scene\n[07:43.48] As she traveled deeper inside the room\n[07:45.75] All the fellas checked out her white sasoons\n[07:47.91] She came up to the table, looked into my eyes\n[07:50.23] Then she turned around and shook her behind\n[07:52.42] So I said to myself, \"It's time for me to release\n[07:54.57] My vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece\"\n[07:56.49] And now, people in the house, this is just for you\n[07:58.70] A little rap to make you boogaloo\n[08:00.69] Now the group ya hear is called phase two\n[08:02.92] And let me tell ya somethin', we're a helluva crew\n[08:05.33] Once a week we're on the street\n[08:07.59] Just a-cuttin' the jams and making it free\n[08:09.36] For you to party, ya got to have the moves\n[08:11.64] So we'll get right down and give you a groove\n[08:13.91] For you to dance, you gotta get hype\n[08:16.20] So we'll get right down and make you rock\n[08:18.43] Now the system's on and the girls are there\n[08:20.49] Ya definitely have a rockin affair\n[08:22.65] But let me tell ya somethin', there's still one fact:\n[08:24.83] That to have a party, ya got to have a rap\n[08:26.91] So when the party's over, you're makin' it home\n[08:28.82] And tryin' to sleep before the break of dawn\n[08:31.10] And while ya sleepin', ya start to dream\n[08:33.48] And thinkin' how ya danced on the disco scene\n[08:35.65] My name appears in your mind\n[08:37.74] Yeah, a name you know that was right on time\n[08:39.62] It was phase two, just a-doin' a do\n[08:41.96] Rockin' ya down 'cause ya know we could\n[08:44.10] To the rhythm of the beat that makes ya freak\n[08:46.08] Come alive, girls, get on your feet\n[08:48.27] To the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat\n[08:50.78] To the double beat beat that it makes ya freak\n[08:52.64] To the rhythm of the beat that says ya go on\n[08:54.98] On n on into the break of dawn\n[08:57.23] Now I got a man comin' on right now\n[08:59.45] He's guaranteed to throw down\n[09:01.66] He goes by the name of Wonder Mike\n[09:03.72] Come on, Wonder Mike, do what ya like\n[09:05.56] Like a can of beer that's sweeter than honey\n[09:08.05] Like a millionaire that has no money\n[09:10.23] Like a rainy day that is not wet\n[09:12.19] Like a gamblin' fiend that does not bet\n[09:14.35] Like Dracula without his fangs\n[09:16.59] Like the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang\n[09:18.82] Like collard greens that don't taste good\n[09:20.74] Like a tree that's not made out of wood\n[09:22.78] Like goin' up and not comin' down\n[09:25.05] Is just like the beat without the sound, no sound\n[09:27.53] To the beat beat, ya do The Freak\n[09:27.84] Everybody just rock and dance to the beat\n[09:31.78] Have you ever went over a friends house to eat\n[09:33.95] And the food just ain't no good?\n[09:36.15] I mean the macaroni's soggy, the peas are mushed\n[09:38.37] And the chicken tastes like wood\n[09:40.13] So you try to play it off like you think you can\n[09:42.31] By sayin that you're full\n[09:44.52] And then your friend says, \"Momma, he's just being polite\n[09:46.75] He ain't finished, uh uh, that's bull!\"\n[09:48.37] So your heart starts pumpin', and you think of a lie\n[09:51.12] And you say that you already ate\n[09:53.23] And your friend says, \"Man, there's plenty of food!\"\n[09:55.23] So you pile some more on your plate\n[09:57.41] While the stinky foods steamin' your mind starts to dreamin'\n[09:59.97] Of the moment that it's time to leave\n[10:01.52] And then you look at your plate and your chickens slowly rottin'\n[10:04.14] Into something that looks like cheese\n[10:06.13] Oh so, you say, \"That's it, I got to leave this place\n[10:08.48] I don't care what these people think\n[10:10.06] I'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous\n[10:12.60] With this ugly food that stinks!\"\n[10:14.54] So you bust out the door while it's still closed\n[10:17.10] Still sick from the food you ate\n[10:18.67] And then you run to the store for quick relief\n[10:21.09] From a bottle of Kaopectate\n[10:23.19] And then you call your friend two weeks later\n[10:25.31] To see how he has been\n[10:27.84] And he says, \"I understand about the food, baby bubbah\n[10:30.57] But we're still friends\"\n[10:31.86] With a hip hop, the hippie to the hippie\n[10:34.16] The hip hip-a hop-a you don't stop the rockin'\n[10:36.42] To the bang bang boogie say up jump the boogie\n[10:37.95] To the rhythm of the boogie the beat\n[10:40.02] I say, Hank, can ya rock?\n[10:42.18] Can ya rock to the rhythm that just don't stop?\n[10:44.91] Can ya hip me to the shoobie doo?\n[10:47.15] I said, come on make the, make the people move\n[10:49.18] I go to the halls and then ring the bell\n[10:51.13] Because I am the man with the clientele\n[10:53.39] And if ya ask me why I rock so well\n[10:55.65] A big bang, I got clientele\n[10:57.56] And from the time I was only six years old\n[10:59.72] I never forgot what I was told\n[11:01.99] It was the best advice that I ever had\n[11:03.98] It came from my wise dear old dad\n[11:06.49] He said, \"Sit down, punk, I wanna talk to you\n[11:08.01] And don't say a word until I'm through\n[11:10.50] Now, there's a time to laugh, a time to cry\n[11:12.73] A time to live and a time to die\n[11:14.79] A time to break and a time to chill\n[11:17.06] To act civilized or act real ill\n[11:17.42] But whatever ya do in your lifetime\n[11:19.64] Y'never let a MC steal your rhyme!\"\n[11:23.55] So from sixty-six to this very day\n[11:25.50] I'll always remember what he had to say\n[11:27.92] So when the sucker MCs try to chump my style\n[11:29.84] I let them know that I'm versatile\n[11:32.10] I got style, finesse and a little black book\n[11:34.34] That's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look\n[11:36.53] But there's a thing that separates you from me\n[11:38.48] And that is called originality\n[11:40.61] Because my rhymes are on from what you heard\n[11:42.93] I didn't even bite and not a Goddamn word\n[11:45.12] And I say a little more later on tonight\n[11:47.13] So the sucker MCs can bite all night\n[11:49.42] A-tick a-tock y'all, a-beat beat y'all\n[11:51.75] A-let's rock y'all, ya don't stop\n[11:53.68] Ya go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? [(Say what?)]\n[11:57.81] Ya say I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'\n[12:00.18] Drive off in a def OJ\n[12:02.28] Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n[12:06.26] Ya say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friends\n[12:10.64] A-like that y'all, to the beat y'all\n[12:13.29] Beat beat ya'll, ya don't stop\n[12:15.24] A-Master Gee, am I mellow?\n[12:17.11] It's on you, so whatcha gonna do?\n[12:19.70] Well, like Johnny Carson on The Late Show\n[12:21.55] A-like Frankie Crocker in stereo\n[12:23.72] Well, like The Bar-Kay's singin' Holy Ghost\n[12:26.03] The sounds to throw down, they're played the most\n[12:28.35] It's like my man, Captain Sky\n[12:30.58] Whose name he earned with his super sperm\n[12:32.44] We rock and we don't stop\n[12:34.99] Get off, y'all, I'm here to give you whatcha got\n[12:37.15] To the beat that it makes you freak\n[12:39.14] And come alive, girl, get on your feet\n[12:41.49] A-like a Perry Mason without a case\n[12:43.69] Like Farrah Fawcett without her face\n[12:46.15] Like The Bar-Kays on the mic\n[12:48.04] Like gettin' right down for you tonight\n[12:49.81] Like movin' your body so ya don't know how\n[12:52.04] Right to the rhythm and throw down\n[12:54.47] Like comin' alive to the Master Gee\n[12:56.65] The brother who rocks so viciously\n[12:58.86] I said, the age of one, my life begun\n[13:00.71] At the age of two, I was doin the' do\n[13:03.06] At the age of three, it was you and me\n[13:04.90] Rockin' to the sounds of the Master Gee\n[13:07.49] At the age of four, I was on the floor\n[13:09.66] Givin' all the freaks what they bargained for\n[13:12.09] At the age of five, I didn't take no jive\n[13:14.27] With the Master Gee, it's all the way live\n[13:16.33] At the age of six, I was a-pickin' up sticks\n[13:19.32] Rappin' to the beat, my stick was fixed\n[13:21.77] At the age of seven, I was rockin' in heaven\n[13:23.06] Dontcha know I went off?\n[13:25.24] I got right on down to the beat, you see\n[13:27.17] Gettin' right on down, makin' all the girls\n[13:29.21] Just take of their clothes to the beat the beat\n[13:31.27] To the double beat beat that makes you freak\n[13:33.68] At the age of eight, I was really great\n[13:35.86] 'Cause every night, you see I had a date\n[13:38.26] At the age of nine, I was right on time\n[13:40.73] 'Cause every night, I had a party rhyme\n[13:42.64] Goin' on n n on n on on n on\n[13:44.81] The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n[13:46.88] A-sayin' on n n on n on on n on...\n[13:48.84] Like a hot buttered de pop de pop de pop\n[13:51.40] A-saying on n n on n on on n on\n[13:53.23] I say you don't stop, gimme what ya got\n[13:54.88] 'Cause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mic\n[13:55.61] I am the definite feast delight\n[13:59.76] 'Cause I'm a helluva man when i'm on the miC\n[14:02.15] I am the definite feast delight\n[14:04.47] Come to the Master Gee, you see\n[14:06.62] The brother who rocks so viciously\n[14:08.96] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rapper's Delight (Long Version)\n  artist: The Sugarhill Gang\n  album: Sugarhill Gang\n  duration_ms: 876000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I said-a hip, hop, the hippie, the hippie\n  start_ms: 35740\n  end_ms: 38480\n- text: To the hip hip hop-a you don't stop the rock\n  start_ms: 38480\n  end_ms: 39870\n- text: It to the bang-bang boogie, say up jump the boogie\n  start_ms: 39870\n  end_ms: 41630\n- text: To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\n  start_ms: 41630\n  end_ms: 43970\n- text: Now what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin' to the beat\n  start_ms: 43970\n  end_ms: 48520\n- text: And me, the groove and my friends are gonna try to move your feet\n  start_ms: 48520\n  end_ms: 53060\n- text: See I am Wonder Mike and I'd like to say hello\n  start_ms: 53060\n  end_ms: 56910\n- text: To the black, to the white, the red and the brown, the purple and yellow\n  start_ms: 56910\n  end_ms: 61470\n- text: But first I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\n  start_ms: 61470\n  end_ms: 64130\n- text: Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\n  start_ms: 64130\n  end_ms: 66060\n- text: Let's rock, you don't stop\n  start_ms: 66060\n  end_ms: 68460\n- text: Rock the riddle that will make your body rock\n  start_ms: 68460\n  end_ms: 70420\n- text: Well, so far youve heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\n  start_ms: 70420\n  end_ms: 74400\n- text: 'And next on the mic is my man Hank: come on, Hank, sing that song'\n  start_ms: 74400\n  end_ms: 78530\n- text: 'Check it out: I''m the C-a-s-an-the-o-v-a, and the rest is f-l-y'\n  start_ms: 78530\n  end_ms: 81530\n- text: 'Y''see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix and these reasons, I''ll tell ya why:'\n  start_ms: 81530\n  end_ms: 87180\n- text: Y'see I'm six-foot-one and I'm tons of fun, and I dress to a T\n  start_ms: 87180\n  end_ms: 91530\n- text: Y'see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali and I dress so viciously\n  start_ms: 91530\n  end_ms: 96140\n- text: I got bodyguards, I got two big cars that definitely ain't the wack\n  start_ms: 96140\n  end_ms: 100250\n- text: I got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac\n  start_ms: 100250\n  end_ms: 104640\n- text: So after school, I take a dip in the pool which is really on the wall\n  start_ms: 104640\n  end_ms: 108990\n- text: I got a color TV, so I can see the Knicks play basketball\n  start_ms: 108990\n  end_ms: 113190\n- text: Hear me talkin' 'bout checkbooks, credit cards, more money than a sucker could ever spend\n  start_ms: 113190\n  end_ms: 117800\n- text: But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the rucker, not a dime till I made it again\n  start_ms: 117800\n  end_ms: 121960\n- text: Y'go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? [(Say what?)]\n  start_ms: 121960\n  end_ms: 126160\n- text: Y'say I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin', drive off in a def OJ\n  start_ms: 126160\n  end_ms: 130740\n- text: Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  start_ms: 130740\n  end_ms: 133450\n- text: Say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\n  start_ms: 133450\n  end_ms: 137650\n- text: Master Gee, am I mellow?\n  start_ms: 137650\n  end_ms: 141130\n- text: It's on you, so what you gonna do?\n  start_ms: 141130\n  end_ms: 143780\n- text: Well, it's on n on n on on n on\n  start_ms: 143780\n  end_ms: 146380\n- text: The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  start_ms: 146380\n  end_ms: 147910\n- text: I said m-a-s, t-e-r, a g with a double e\n  start_ms: 147910\n  end_ms: 150540\n- text: I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Master Gee\n  start_ms: 150540\n  end_ms: 156300\n- text: Well, my name is known all over the world\n  start_ms: 156300\n  end_ms: 158880\n- text: By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\n  start_ms: 158880\n  end_ms: 161060\n- text: I'm goin down in history\n  start_ms: 161060\n  end_ms: 163070\n- text: As the baddest rapper there ever could be\n  start_ms: 163070\n  end_ms: 165680\n- text: Now I'm feelin' the highs and ya feelin' the lows\n  start_ms: 165680\n  end_ms: 167640\n- text: The beat starts gettin' into your toes\n  start_ms: 167640\n  end_ms: 169910\n- text: Ya start poppin' ya fingers and stompin' your feet\n  start_ms: 169910\n  end_ms: 172230\n- text: And movin' your body while you're sittin' in your seat\n  start_ms: 172230\n  end_ms: 174100\n- text: And then, damn, ya start doin' the Freak\n  start_ms: 174100\n  end_ms: 176130\n- text: I said damn, right outta your seat\n  start_ms: 176130\n  end_ms: 178130\n- text: Then ya throw your hands high in the air\n  start_ms: 178130\n  end_ms: 180250\n- text: Ya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere\n  start_ms: 180250\n  end_ms: 182540\n- text: Ya rockin' to the beat without a care\n  start_ms: 182540\n  end_ms: 184810\n- text: With the sure shot MCs for the affair\n  start_ms: 184810\n  end_ms: 187160\n- text: Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\n  start_ms: 187160\n  end_ms: 189090\n- text: But I rap to the beat just the same\n  start_ms: 189090\n  end_ms: 190960\n- text: I got a little face and a pair of brown eyes\n  start_ms: 190960\n  end_ms: 193590\n- text: All I'm here to do, ladies, is hypnotize\n  start_ms: 193590\n  end_ms: 195570\n- text: Singin' on n n on n on n on\n  start_ms: 195570\n  end_ms: 197560\n- text: The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  start_ms: 197560\n  end_ms: 199890\n- text: Singin' on n n on n on on n on\n  start_ms: 199890\n  end_ms: 202150\n- text: Like a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie\n  start_ms: 202150\n  end_ms: 204320\n- text: Pop da pop pop, ya don't dare stop\n  start_ms: 204320\n  end_ms: 206320\n- text: Come alive, y'all, gimme what ya got\n  start_ms: 206320\n  end_ms: 208590\n- text: I guess by now, you can take a hunch\n  start_ms: 208590\n  end_ms: 210880\n- text: And find that I am the baby of the bunch\n  start_ms: 210880\n  end_ms: 213140\n- text: But that's okay I still keep in stride\n  start_ms: 213140\n  end_ms: 215060\n- text: '''Cause all I''m here to do is just wiggle your behind'\n  start_ms: 215060\n  end_ms: 217350\n- text: Singin' on n n on n on n on\n  start_ms: 217350\n  end_ms: 219240\n- text: The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  start_ms: 219240\n  end_ms: 221410\n- text: Singin' on n n on n on on n on\n  start_ms: 221410\n  end_ms: 223660\n- text: Rock rock, y'all, throw it on the floor\n  start_ms: 223660\n  end_ms: 225910\n- text: I'm gonna freak ya here, I'm gonna feak ya there\n  start_ms: 225910\n  end_ms: 227880\n- text: I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n  start_ms: 227880\n  end_ms: 230140\n- text: '''Cause I''m one of a kind and I''ll shock your mind'\n  start_ms: 230140\n  end_ms: 232090\n- text: I'll put t-t-tickets in your behind\n  start_ms: 232090\n  end_ms: 234310\n- text: I said 1-2-3-4, come on girls, get on the floor\n  start_ms: 234310\n  end_ms: 236940\n- text: A-come alive, y'all, a-gimme what ya got\n  start_ms: 236940\n  end_ms: 240830\n- text: '''Cause I''m guaranteed to make you rock'\n  start_ms: 240830\n  end_ms: 243010\n- text: I said 1-2-3-4, tell me Wonder Mike, what are you waitin' for?\n  start_ms: 243010\n  end_ms: 247370\n- text: I said-a hip hop, the hippie to the hippie\n  start_ms: 247370\n  end_ms: 249660\n- text: The hip hip hop-a you don't stop the rock\n  start_ms: 249660\n  end_ms: 251950\n- text: It to the bang bang boogie, say up jump the boogie\n  start_ms: 251950\n  end_ms: 253820\n- text: To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\n  start_ms: 253820\n  end_ms: 255770\n- text: Skiddlee beebop-a we rock a scoobie doo\n  start_ms: 255770\n  end_ms: 258420\n- text: And guess what, America, we love you\n  start_ms: 258420\n  end_ms: 260690\n- text: '''Cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul'\n  start_ms: 260690\n  end_ms: 262540\n- text: You could rock till you're a hundred and one years old\n  start_ms: 262540\n  end_ms: 264620\n- text: I don't mean to brag, I don't mean to boast\n  start_ms: 264620\n  end_ms: 266970\n- text: But we like hot butter on our breakfast toast\n  start_ms: 266970\n  end_ms: 268990\n- text: Rock it up, baby bubbah\n  start_ms: 268990\n  end_ms: 271200\n- text: Baby bubbah to the boogie, da bang bang da boogie\n  start_ms: 271200\n  end_ms: 273510\n- text: To the beat beat, it's so unique\n  start_ms: 273510\n  end_ms: 273820\n- text: Come on, everybody and dance to the beat\n  start_ms: 273820\n  end_ms: 296030\n- text: I said-a hip hop, the hippie the hippie\n  start_ms: 296030\n  end_ms: 297600\n- text: To the hip hip hop-a you dont stop\n  start_ms: 297600\n  end_ms: 299990\n- text: Rock it out, baby bubbah, to the boogie da bang bang\n  start_ms: 299990\n  end_ms: 300570\n- text: The boogie to the boogie da beat\n  start_ms: 300570\n  end_ms: 303760\n- text: I said I can't wait till the end of the week\n  start_ms: 303760\n  end_ms: 306340\n- text: When I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\n  start_ms: 306340\n  end_ms: 308210\n- text: And attempt to raise your body heat\n  start_ms: 308210\n  end_ms: 310270\n- text: Just blow your mind so that you can't speak\n  start_ms: 310270\n  end_ms: 312420\n- text: And do a thing but a rock and shuffle your feet\n  start_ms: 312420\n  end_ms: 314720\n- text: And let it change up to a dance called The Freak\n  start_ms: 314720\n  end_ms: 317040\n- text: And when ya finally do come in to your rhythmic beat\n  start_ms: 317040\n  end_ms: 319050\n- text: Rest a little while so ya don't get weak\n  start_ms: 319050\n  end_ms: 321310\n- text: I know a man named Hank\n  start_ms: 321310\n  end_ms: 323560\n- text: He has more rhymes than a serious bank\n  start_ms: 323560\n  end_ms: 325780\n- text: So come on, Hank, sing that song\n  start_ms: 325780\n  end_ms: 327630\n- text: To the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong\n  start_ms: 327630\n  end_ms: 329870\n- text: Well, I'm imp the dimp, the ladies pimp\n  start_ms: 329870\n  end_ms: 332150\n- text: The women fight for my delight\n  start_ms: 332150\n  end_ms: 334090\n- text: But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\n  start_ms: 334090\n  end_ms: 336120\n- text: That shock the house for the young ladies\n  start_ms: 336120\n  end_ms: 338360\n- text: And when you come inside into the front\n  start_ms: 338360\n  end_ms: 340580\n- text: You do the freak, spank, and do the bump\n  start_ms: 340580\n  end_ms: 342360\n- text: And when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n  start_ms: 342360\n  end_ms: 344770\n- text: We're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\n  start_ms: 344770\n  end_ms: 347000\n- text: A-from sun-to-sun and from day-to-day\n  start_ms: 347000\n  end_ms: 348880\n- text: I sit down and write a brand new rhyme\n  start_ms: 348880\n  end_ms: 351430\n- text: Because they say that miracles never cease\n  start_ms: 351430\n  end_ms: 353310\n- text: I've created a devastating masterpiece\n  start_ms: 353310\n  end_ms: 355670\n- text: I'm gonna rock the mic till you can't resist\n  start_ms: 355670\n  end_ms: 357850\n- text: 'Everybody, I say, it goes like this:'\n  start_ms: 357850\n  end_ms: 360020\n- text: Well, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\n  start_ms: 360020\n  end_ms: 362300\n- text: A reporter stopped me for a interview\n  start_ms: 362300\n  end_ms: 364150\n- text: She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\n  start_ms: 364150\n  end_ms: 364820\n- text: That I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\n  start_ms: 364820\n  end_ms: 368580\n- text: This young reporter, I did adore\n  start_ms: 368580\n  end_ms: 370510\n- text: So I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\n  start_ms: 370510\n  end_ms: 372860\n- text: She said, \"Damn, fly guy, I'm in love with you!\n  start_ms: 372860\n  end_ms: 374790\n- text: The Cassanova legend must have been true!\"\n  start_ms: 374790\n  end_ms: 377100\n- text: I said, \"By the way, baby, what's your name?\"\n  start_ms: 377100\n  end_ms: 379680\n- text: Said, \"I go by the name of Lois Lane\n  start_ms: 379680\n  end_ms: 382100\n- text: And you could be my boyfriend, you surely can\n  start_ms: 382100\n  end_ms: 383840\n- text: Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\"\n  start_ms: 383840\n  end_ms: 386910\n- text: I said, \"He's a fairy, I do suppose\n  start_ms: 386910\n  end_ms: 388020\n- text: Flyin' through the air in pantyhose\n  start_ms: 388020\n  end_ms: 390290\n- text: He may be very sexy or even cute\n  start_ms: 390290\n  end_ms: 392110\n- text: But he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\"\n  start_ms: 392110\n  end_ms: 394560\n- text: I said, \"You need a man who's got finesse\n  start_ms: 394560\n  end_ms: 396460\n- text: And his whole name across his chest\n  start_ms: 396460\n  end_ms: 398850\n- text: He may be able to fly all through the night\n  start_ms: 398850\n  end_ms: 400960\n- text: But can he rock a party till the early light?\n  start_ms: 400960\n  end_ms: 403290\n- text: He can't satisfy you with his little worm\n  start_ms: 403290\n  end_ms: 405520\n- text: But I can bust you out with my super sperm!\"\n  start_ms: 405520\n  end_ms: 407320\n- text: I gon' do it, I gon' do it\n  start_ms: 407320\n  end_ms: 408940\n- text: I gon' do it, do it, do it\n  start_ms: 408940\n  end_ms: 409880\n- text: And I'm here, and I'm there\n  start_ms: 409880\n  end_ms: 413730\n- text: I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\n  start_ms: 413730\n  end_ms: 415900\n- text: Just throw your hands up in the air\n  start_ms: 415900\n  end_ms: 418130\n- text: And party hardy like you just don't care\n  start_ms: 418130\n  end_ms: 420630\n- text: Let's do it, don't stop y'all\n  start_ms: 420630\n  end_ms: 422480\n- text: A-tick a-tock, y'all, you don't stop!\n  start_ms: 422480\n  end_ms: 424370\n- text: Go hotel, motel, what you gonna do today? [(Say what?)]\n  start_ms: 424370\n  end_ms: 427260\n- text: I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spank, drive off in a def OJ\n  start_ms: 427260\n  end_ms: 432700\n- text: Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  start_ms: 432700\n  end_ms: 435840\n- text: You say, if your girl starts actin' up then you take her friend\n  start_ms: 435840\n  end_ms: 441670\n- text: I say skip, dive, what can I say?\n  start_ms: 441670\n  end_ms: 444260\n- text: I can't fit em all inside my OJ\n  start_ms: 444260\n  end_ms: 446460\n- text: So I just take half and bust them out\n  start_ms: 446460\n  end_ms: 449630\n- text: I give the rest to Master Gee so he could shock the house\n  start_ms: 449630\n  end_ms: 450950\n- text: It was twelve o'clock one Friday night\n  start_ms: 450950\n  end_ms: 452650\n- text: I was rockin' to the beat and feelin' all right\n  start_ms: 452650\n  end_ms: 455110\n- text: Everybody was dancin' on the floor\n  start_ms: 455110\n  end_ms: 457060\n- text: Doin' all the things they never did before\n  start_ms: 457060\n  end_ms: 459280\n- text: And then this fly, fly girl with a sexy lean\n  start_ms: 459280\n  end_ms: 461520\n- text: She came into the bar, she came into the scene\n  start_ms: 461520\n  end_ms: 463480\n- text: As she traveled deeper inside the room\n  start_ms: 463480\n  end_ms: 465750\n- text: All the fellas checked out her white sasoons\n  start_ms: 465750\n  end_ms: 467910\n- text: She came up to the table, looked into my eyes\n  start_ms: 467910\n  end_ms: 470230\n- text: Then she turned around and shook her behind\n  start_ms: 470230\n  end_ms: 472420\n- text: So I said to myself, \"It's time for me to release\n  start_ms: 472420\n  end_ms: 474570\n- text: My vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece\"\n  start_ms: 474570\n  end_ms: 476490\n- text: And now, people in the house, this is just for you\n  start_ms: 476490\n  end_ms: 478700\n- text: A little rap to make you boogaloo\n  start_ms: 478700\n  end_ms: 480690\n- text: Now the group ya hear is called phase two\n  start_ms: 480690\n  end_ms: 482920\n- text: And let me tell ya somethin', we're a helluva crew\n  start_ms: 482920\n  end_ms: 485330\n- text: Once a week we're on the street\n  start_ms: 485330\n  end_ms: 487590\n- text: Just a-cuttin' the jams and making it free\n  start_ms: 487590\n  end_ms: 489360\n- text: For you to party, ya got to have the moves\n  start_ms: 489360\n  end_ms: 491640\n- text: So we'll get right down and give you a groove\n  start_ms: 491640\n  end_ms: 493910\n- text: For you to dance, you gotta get hype\n  start_ms: 493910\n  end_ms: 496200\n- text: So we'll get right down and make you rock\n  start_ms: 496200\n  end_ms: 498430\n- text: Now the system's on and the girls are there\n  start_ms: 498430\n  end_ms: 500490\n- text: Ya definitely have a rockin affair\n  start_ms: 500490\n  end_ms: 502650\n- text: 'But let me tell ya somethin'', there''s still one fact:'\n  start_ms: 502650\n  end_ms: 504830\n- text: That to have a party, ya got to have a rap\n  start_ms: 504830\n  end_ms: 506910\n- text: So when the party's over, you're makin' it home\n  start_ms: 506910\n  end_ms: 508820\n- text: And tryin' to sleep before the break of dawn\n  start_ms: 508820\n  end_ms: 511100\n- text: And while ya sleepin', ya start to dream\n  start_ms: 511100\n  end_ms: 513480\n- text: And thinkin' how ya danced on the disco scene\n  start_ms: 513480\n  end_ms: 515650\n- text: My name appears in your mind\n  start_ms: 515650\n  end_ms: 517740\n- text: Yeah, a name you know that was right on time\n  start_ms: 517740\n  end_ms: 519620\n- text: It was phase two, just a-doin' a do\n  start_ms: 519620\n  end_ms: 521960\n- text: Rockin' ya down 'cause ya know we could\n  start_ms: 521960\n  end_ms: 524100\n- text: To the rhythm of the beat that makes ya freak\n  start_ms: 524100\n  end_ms: 526080\n- text: Come alive, girls, get on your feet\n  start_ms: 526080\n  end_ms: 528270\n- text: To the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat\n  start_ms: 528270\n  end_ms: 530780\n- text: To the double beat beat that it makes ya freak\n  start_ms: 530780\n  end_ms: 532640\n- text: To the rhythm of the beat that says ya go on\n  start_ms: 532640\n  end_ms: 534980\n- text: On n on into the break of dawn\n  start_ms: 534980\n  end_ms: 537230\n- text: Now I got a man comin' on right now\n  start_ms: 537230\n  end_ms: 539450\n- text: He's guaranteed to throw down\n  start_ms: 539450\n  end_ms: 541660\n- text: He goes by the name of Wonder Mike\n  start_ms: 541660\n  end_ms: 543720\n- text: Come on, Wonder Mike, do what ya like\n  start_ms: 543720\n  end_ms: 545560\n- text: Like a can of beer that's sweeter than honey\n  start_ms: 545560\n  end_ms: 548050\n- text: Like a millionaire that has no money\n  start_ms: 548050\n  end_ms: 550230\n- text: Like a rainy day that is not wet\n  start_ms: 550230\n  end_ms: 552190\n- text: Like a gamblin' fiend that does not bet\n  start_ms: 552190\n  end_ms: 554350\n- text: Like Dracula without his fangs\n  start_ms: 554350\n  end_ms: 556590\n- text: Like the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang\n  start_ms: 556590\n  end_ms: 558820\n- text: Like collard greens that don't taste good\n  start_ms: 558820\n  end_ms: 560740\n- text: Like a tree that's not made out of wood\n  start_ms: 560740\n  end_ms: 562780\n- text: Like goin' up and not comin' down\n  start_ms: 562780\n  end_ms: 565050\n- text: Is just like the beat without the sound, no sound\n  start_ms: 565050\n  end_ms: 567530\n- text: To the beat beat, ya do The Freak\n  start_ms: 567530\n  end_ms: 567840\n- text: Everybody just rock and dance to the beat\n  start_ms: 567840\n  end_ms: 571780\n- text: Have you ever went over a friends house to eat\n  start_ms: 571780\n  end_ms: 573950\n- text: And the food just ain't no good?\n  start_ms: 573950\n  end_ms: 576150\n- text: I mean the macaroni's soggy, the peas are mushed\n  start_ms: 576150\n  end_ms: 578370\n- text: And the chicken tastes like wood\n  start_ms: 578370\n  end_ms: 580130\n- text: So you try to play it off like you think you can\n  start_ms: 580130\n  end_ms: 582310\n- text: By sayin that you're full\n  start_ms: 582310\n  end_ms: 584520\n- text: And then your friend says, \"Momma, he's just being polite\n  start_ms: 584520\n  end_ms: 586750\n- text: He ain't finished, uh uh, that's bull!\"\n  start_ms: 586750\n  end_ms: 588370\n- text: So your heart starts pumpin', and you think of a lie\n  start_ms: 588370\n  end_ms: 591120\n- text: And you say that you already ate\n  start_ms: 591120\n  end_ms: 593230\n- text: And your friend says, \"Man, there's plenty of food!\"\n  start_ms: 593230\n  end_ms: 595230\n- text: So you pile some more on your plate\n  start_ms: 595230\n  end_ms: 597410\n- text: While the stinky foods steamin' your mind starts to dreamin'\n  start_ms: 597410\n  end_ms: 599970\n- text: Of the moment that it's time to leave\n  start_ms: 599970\n  end_ms: 601520\n- text: And then you look at your plate and your chickens slowly rottin'\n  start_ms: 601520\n  end_ms: 604140\n- text: Into something that looks like cheese\n  start_ms: 604140\n  end_ms: 606130\n- text: Oh so, you say, \"That's it, I got to leave this place\n  start_ms: 606130\n  end_ms: 608480\n- text: I don't care what these people think\n  start_ms: 608480\n  end_ms: 610060\n- text: I'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous\n  start_ms: 610060\n  end_ms: 612600\n- text: With this ugly food that stinks!\"\n  start_ms: 612600\n  end_ms: 614540\n- text: So you bust out the door while it's still closed\n  start_ms: 614540\n  end_ms: 617100\n- text: Still sick from the food you ate\n  start_ms: 617100\n  end_ms: 618670\n- text: And then you run to the store for quick relief\n  start_ms: 618670\n  end_ms: 621090\n- text: From a bottle of Kaopectate\n  start_ms: 621090\n  end_ms: 623190\n- text: And then you call your friend two weeks later\n  start_ms: 623190\n  end_ms: 625310\n- text: To see how he has been\n  start_ms: 625310\n  end_ms: 627840\n- text: And he says, \"I understand about the food, baby bubbah\n  start_ms: 627840\n  end_ms: 630570\n- text: But we're still friends\"\n  start_ms: 630570\n  end_ms: 631860\n- text: With a hip hop, the hippie to the hippie\n  start_ms: 631860\n  end_ms: 634160\n- text: The hip hip-a hop-a you don't stop the rockin'\n  start_ms: 634160\n  end_ms: 636420\n- text: To the bang bang boogie say up jump the boogie\n  start_ms: 636420\n  end_ms: 637950\n- text: To the rhythm of the boogie the beat\n  start_ms: 637950\n  end_ms: 640020\n- text: I say, Hank, can ya rock?\n  start_ms: 640020\n  end_ms: 642180\n- text: Can ya rock to the rhythm that just don't stop?\n  start_ms: 642180\n  end_ms: 644910\n- text: Can ya hip me to the shoobie doo?\n  start_ms: 644910\n  end_ms: 647150\n- text: I said, come on make the, make the people move\n  start_ms: 647150\n  end_ms: 649180\n- text: I go to the halls and then ring the bell\n  start_ms: 649180\n  end_ms: 651130\n- text: Because I am the man with the clientele\n  start_ms: 651130\n  end_ms: 653390\n- text: And if ya ask me why I rock so well\n  start_ms: 653390\n  end_ms: 655650\n- text: A big bang, I got clientele\n  start_ms: 655650\n  end_ms: 657560\n- text: And from the time I was only six years old\n  start_ms: 657560\n  end_ms: 659720\n- text: I never forgot what I was told\n  start_ms: 659720\n  end_ms: 661990\n- text: It was the best advice that I ever had\n  start_ms: 661990\n  end_ms: 663980\n- text: It came from my wise dear old dad\n  start_ms: 663980\n  end_ms: 666490\n- text: He said, \"Sit down, punk, I wanna talk to you\n  start_ms: 666490\n  end_ms: 668010\n- text: And don't say a word until I'm through\n  start_ms: 668010\n  end_ms: 670500\n- text: Now, there's a time to laugh, a time to cry\n  start_ms: 670500\n  end_ms: 672730\n- text: A time to live and a time to die\n  start_ms: 672730\n  end_ms: 674790\n- text: A time to break and a time to chill\n  start_ms: 674790\n  end_ms: 677060\n- text: To act civilized or act real ill\n  start_ms: 677060\n  end_ms: 677420\n- text: But whatever ya do in your lifetime\n  start_ms: 677420\n  end_ms: 679640\n- text: Y'never let a MC steal your rhyme!\"\n  start_ms: 679640\n  end_ms: 683550\n- text: So from sixty-six to this very day\n  start_ms: 683550\n  end_ms: 685500\n- text: I'll always remember what he had to say\n  start_ms: 685500\n  end_ms: 687920\n- text: So when the sucker MCs try to chump my style\n  start_ms: 687920\n  end_ms: 689840\n- text: I let them know that I'm versatile\n  start_ms: 689840\n  end_ms: 692100\n- text: I got style, finesse and a little black book\n  start_ms: 692100\n  end_ms: 694340\n- text: That's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look\n  start_ms: 694340\n  end_ms: 696530\n- text: But there's a thing that separates you from me\n  start_ms: 696530\n  end_ms: 698480\n- text: And that is called originality\n  start_ms: 698480\n  end_ms: 700610\n- text: Because my rhymes are on from what you heard\n  start_ms: 700610\n  end_ms: 702930\n- text: I didn't even bite and not a Goddamn word\n  start_ms: 702930\n  end_ms: 705120\n- text: And I say a little more later on tonight\n  start_ms: 705120\n  end_ms: 707130\n- text: So the sucker MCs can bite all night\n  start_ms: 707130\n  end_ms: 709420\n- text: A-tick a-tock y'all, a-beat beat y'all\n  start_ms: 709420\n  end_ms: 711750\n- text: A-let's rock y'all, ya don't stop\n  start_ms: 711750\n  end_ms: 713680\n- text: Ya go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? [(Say what?)]\n  start_ms: 713680\n  end_ms: 717810\n- text: Ya say I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'\n  start_ms: 717810\n  end_ms: 720180\n- text: Drive off in a def OJ\n  start_ms: 720180\n  end_ms: 722280\n- text: Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  start_ms: 722280\n  end_ms: 726260\n- text: Ya say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friends\n  start_ms: 726260\n  end_ms: 730640\n- text: A-like that y'all, to the beat y'all\n  start_ms: 730640\n  end_ms: 733290\n- text: Beat beat ya'll, ya don't stop\n  start_ms: 733290\n  end_ms: 735240\n- text: A-Master Gee, am I mellow?\n  start_ms: 735240\n  end_ms: 737110\n- text: It's on you, so whatcha gonna do?\n  start_ms: 737110\n  end_ms: 739700\n- text: Well, like Johnny Carson on The Late Show\n  start_ms: 739700\n  end_ms: 741550\n- text: A-like Frankie Crocker in stereo\n  start_ms: 741550\n  end_ms: 743720\n- text: Well, like The Bar-Kay's singin' Holy Ghost\n  start_ms: 743720\n  end_ms: 746030\n- text: The sounds to throw down, they're played the most\n  start_ms: 746030\n  end_ms: 748350\n- text: It's like my man, Captain Sky\n  start_ms: 748350\n  end_ms: 750580\n- text: Whose name he earned with his super sperm\n  start_ms: 750580\n  end_ms: 752440\n- text: We rock and we don't stop\n  start_ms: 752440\n  end_ms: 754990\n- text: Get off, y'all, I'm here to give you whatcha got\n  start_ms: 754990\n  end_ms: 757150\n- text: To the beat that it makes you freak\n  start_ms: 757150\n  end_ms: 759140\n- text: And come alive, girl, get on your feet\n  start_ms: 759140\n  end_ms: 761490\n- text: A-like a Perry Mason without a case\n  start_ms: 761490\n  end_ms: 763690\n- text: Like Farrah Fawcett without her face\n  start_ms: 763690\n  end_ms: 766150\n- text: Like The Bar-Kays on the mic\n  start_ms: 766150\n  end_ms: 768040\n- text: Like gettin' right down for you tonight\n  start_ms: 768040\n  end_ms: 769810\n- text: Like movin' your body so ya don't know how\n  start_ms: 769810\n  end_ms: 772040\n- text: Right to the rhythm and throw down\n  start_ms: 772040\n  end_ms: 774470\n- text: Like comin' alive to the Master Gee\n  start_ms: 774470\n  end_ms: 776650\n- text: The brother who rocks so viciously\n  start_ms: 776650\n  end_ms: 778860\n- text: I said, the age of one, my life begun\n  start_ms: 778860\n  end_ms: 780710\n- text: At the age of two, I was doin the' do\n  start_ms: 780710\n  end_ms: 783060\n- text: At the age of three, it was you and me\n  start_ms: 783060\n  end_ms: 784900\n- text: Rockin' to the sounds of the Master Gee\n  start_ms: 784900\n  end_ms: 787490\n- text: At the age of four, I was on the floor\n  start_ms: 787490\n  end_ms: 789660\n- text: Givin' all the freaks what they bargained for\n  start_ms: 789660\n  end_ms: 792090\n- text: At the age of five, I didn't take no jive\n  start_ms: 792090\n  end_ms: 794270\n- text: With the Master Gee, it's all the way live\n  start_ms: 794270\n  end_ms: 796330\n- text: At the age of six, I was a-pickin' up sticks\n  start_ms: 796330\n  end_ms: 799320\n- text: Rappin' to the beat, my stick was fixed\n  start_ms: 799320\n  end_ms: 801770\n- text: At the age of seven, I was rockin' in heaven\n  start_ms: 801770\n  end_ms: 803060\n- text: Dontcha know I went off?\n  start_ms: 803060\n  end_ms: 805240\n- text: I got right on down to the beat, you see\n  start_ms: 805240\n  end_ms: 807170\n- text: Gettin' right on down, makin' all the girls\n  start_ms: 807170\n  end_ms: 809210\n- text: Just take of their clothes to the beat the beat\n  start_ms: 809210\n  end_ms: 811270\n- text: To the double beat beat that makes you freak\n  start_ms: 811270\n  end_ms: 813680\n- text: At the age of eight, I was really great\n  start_ms: 813680\n  end_ms: 815860\n- text: '''Cause every night, you see I had a date'\n  start_ms: 815860\n  end_ms: 818260\n- text: At the age of nine, I was right on time\n  start_ms: 818260\n  end_ms: 820730\n- text: '''Cause every night, I had a party rhyme'\n  start_ms: 820730\n  end_ms: 822640\n- text: Goin' on n n on n on on n on\n  start_ms: 822640\n  end_ms: 824810\n- text: The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  start_ms: 824810\n  end_ms: 826880\n- text: A-sayin' on n n on n on on n on...\n  start_ms: 826880\n  end_ms: 828840\n- text: Like a hot buttered de pop de pop de pop\n  start_ms: 828840\n  end_ms: 831400\n- text: A-saying on n n on n on on n on\n  start_ms: 831400\n  end_ms: 833230\n- text: I say you don't stop, gimme what ya got\n  start_ms: 833230\n  end_ms: 834880\n- text: '''Cause I''m a helluva man when I''m on the mic'\n  start_ms: 834880\n  end_ms: 835610\n- text: I am the definite feast delight\n  start_ms: 835610\n  end_ms: 839760\n- text: '''Cause I''m a helluva man when i''m on the miC'\n  start_ms: 839760\n  end_ms: 842150\n- text: I am the definite feast delight\n  start_ms: 842150\n  end_ms: 844470\n- text: Come to the Master Gee, you see\n  start_ms: 844470\n  end_ms: 846620\n- text: The brother who rocks so viciously\n  start_ms: 846620\n  end_ms: 848960\nplain: |-\n  I said-a hip, hop, the hippie, the hippie\n  To the hip hip hop-a you don't stop the rock\n  It to the bang-bang boogie, say up jump the boogie\n  To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\n  Now what you hear is not a test: I'm rappin' to the beat\n  And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet\n  See, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\n  To the black, to the white, the red\n  And the brown, the purple and yellow\n  But first I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\n  Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\n  Let's rock, you don't stop\n  Rock the riddle that will make your body rock\n  Well, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\n  And next on the mike is my man Hank, come on\n  Hank, sing that song\n  Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN, the O-V-A and the rest is F-L-Y\n  You see, I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\n  And these reasons I'll tell you why\n  You see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun and I dress to a D\n  You see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali and I dress so viciously\n  I got bodyguards, I got two big cars, that definitely ain't the whack\n  I got a Lincoln continental and a sunroof Cadillac\n  So after school, I take a dip in the pool,\n  Which is really on the wall\n  I got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\n  Hear me talking 'bout checkbooks, credit cards,\n  More money than a sucker could ever spend\n  But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the\n  Rucker, not a dime 'til I made it again\n  Everybody go: Hotel, motel\n  Whatcha gonna do today (Say what?)\n  'Cause I'ma get a fly girl\n  Gonna get some spank and drive off in a def OJ\n  Everybody go: Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  You see, if your girl starts acting up, then you take her friend\n  Uh Master Gee, my mellow?\n  It's on you so what you gonna do?\n  Well it's on and on and on, on and on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  I said a M-A-S, a T-E-R, a G with a double E\n  I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man\n  They call the Master Gee\n  Well, my name is known all over the world\n  By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\n  I'm going down in history\n  As the baddest rapper there ever could be\n  Now I'm feeling the highs and you're feeling the lows\n  The beat starts getting into your toes\n  You start popping your fingers and stomping your feet\n  And moving your body while you're sitting in your seat\n  And then damn, you start doing the freak\n  I said damn, right outta your seat\n  Then you throw your hands high in the air\n  You're rocking to the rhythm, shake your derriere\n  Ya rockin' to the beat without a care\n  With the sureshot MCs for the affair\n  Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\n  But I rap to the beat just the same\n  I got a little face, and a pair of brown eyes\n  All I'm here to do, ladies, is hypnotize\n  Singing on an' an' on an' on, on an' on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  Singing on an' an' on an' on, on an' on\n  Like a hot party the pop the pop the pop dibbie dibbie\n  Pop the pop, pop, you don't dare stop\n  Come alive y'all, gimme whatcha got\n  I guess by now you can take a hunch\n  And find that I am the baby of the bunch\n  But that's okay, I still keep in stride\n  'Cos all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\n  Singin' on'n'n'on'n'on n'on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  Singin' on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on\n  Rock rock, y'all, throw it on the floor\n  I'm gonna freak ya here I'm gonna freak you there\n  I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n  'Cos I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\n  I'll put TNT tickin' in your behind\n  I said one, two, three, four, come on, girls, get on the floor\n  A-come alive, y'all, a-gimme whatcha got\n  'Cos I'm guaranteed to make you rock\n  I said one, two, three, four, tell me, Wonder Mike\n  What are you waiting for?\n  I said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n  To the hip hip hop and you don't stop\n  The rock it to the bang bang the boogie\n  Say up jump the boogie, dig the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\n  Skiddlee beebop a we rock a scooby doo\n  And guess what, America: we love you\n  'Cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\n  You could rock 'til you're a hundred and one years old\n  I don't mean to brag I don't mean to boast\n  But we like hot butter on a breakfast toast\n  Rock it up, uh, baby bubbah\n  Baby bubbah to the boogie the bang bang the boogie\n  To the beat beat, it's so unique\n  Come on, everybody, and dance to the beat\n  A hip hop the hippie the hippie\n  To the hip hip hop and you don't stop\n  The rock it out baby boppa to the boogity bang bang\n  Boogie to the boogie, the beat\n  I said I can't wait 'til the end of the week\n  When I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\n  An attempt to raise your body heat\n  Just blow your mind so that you can't speak\n  To do a thing but a rock and shuffle your feet\n  And let it change up to a dance called the freak\n  And when ya finally do come into your rhythmic beat\n  Rest a little while so ya don't get weak\n  I know a man named Hank\n  He has more rhymes than a serious bank\n  So come on Hank, uh, sing that song\n  To the rhythm of the boogie the bang bang the bong\n  Well, I'm imp the dimp, the ladies pimp\n  The women fight for my delight\n  But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\n  That shock the house for the young ladies\n  And when you come inside, into the front\n  You do the freak, spank, and do the bump\n  And when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n  We're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\n  A-from sun-to-sun and from day-to-day\n  I sit down and write a brand new rhyme\n  Because they say that miracles never cease\n  I've created a devastating masterpiece\n  I'm gonna rock the mike 'til you can't resist\n  Everybody, I say, it goes like this\n  Well, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\n  A reporter stopped me for a interview\n  She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\n  That I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\n  This young reporter, I did adore\n  So I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\n  She said, \"Damn, fly guy, I'm in love with you!\n  The Casanova legend must have been true!\"\n  I said, \"By the way, baby, what's your name?\"\n  Said, \"I go by the name Lois Lane\n  And you could be my boyfriend, you surely can\n  Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\"\n  I said, \"He's a fairy, I do suppose\n  Flyin' through the air in pantyhose\n  He may be very sexy or even cute\n  But he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\"\n  I said, \"You need a man who's got finesse\n  And his whole name across his chest\n  He may be able to fly all through the night\n  But can he rock a party 'til the early light?\n  He can't satisfy you with his little worm\n  But I can bust you out with my super sperm!\"\n  I gon' do it, I gon' do it, I gon' do it, do it, do it\n\n  And I'm here, and I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\n  Just throw your hands up in the air\n  And party hardy like you just don't care\n  Let's do it, don't stop y'all\n  A-tick a-tock, y'all, you don't stop!\n  Go hotel, motel\n"},{"id":18135754,"name":"Rapper’s Delight (long version)","trackName":"Rapper’s Delight (long version)","artistName":"The Sugarhill Gang","albumName":"Sugarhill Gang","duration":870.026667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I said a hip, hop, a hippie to the hippie\nto the hip hip hop, you don't stop\nthe rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumps the boogie\nto the rhythm of the boogity beat\n\nNow what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin' to the beat\nAnd me, the groove, and my friends, are gonna try to move your feet\nYou see, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\nto the black, to the white, the red, and the brown, the purple and yellow\nBut first, I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\nSay up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\nLet's rock, you don't stop\nRock the rhythm that will make your body rock\n\nWell, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\nAnd next on the mic is my man Hank\nCome on, Hank, sing that song\n\nCheck it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN-the-O-V-A\nand the rest is F-L-Y\nYou see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\nand these reasons I'll tell ya why\nYou see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun\nand I dress to a 'T'\nYou see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali\nand I dress so viciously\n\nI got bodyguards, I got two big cars\nthat definitely ain't the whack\nI got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac\nSo after school, I take a dip in the pool, which really is on the wall\nI got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\nHear me talkin' 'bout checkbooks, credit cards\nMore money than a sucker could ever spend\nBut I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the rucker\nNot a dime 'til I made it again\n\nEverybody go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? (say what?)\nYa say I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin'\nDrive off in a def O.J.\nEverybody go, hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\nSay if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\nMaster Gee, am I mellow?\nIt's on you, so what you gonna do?\n\nWell it's on an' on an' on on an' on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nI said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E\nI said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Master Gee\nWell, my name is known all over the world by all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\nI'm goin' down in history as the baddest rapper there ever could be\n\nNow I'm feelin' the highs and you're feelin' the lows\nThe beat starts gettin' into your toes\nya start poppin' ya fingers and stompin' your feet\nand movin' your body while you're sittin' in your seat\nAnd then damn, you start doin' the freak\nI said damn, right outta your seat\nthen ya throw your hands high in the air\nya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere\nya rockin' to the beat without a care\nwith the sureshot MCs for the affair\n\nNow, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\nbut I rap to the beat just the same\nI got a little face and a pair of brown eyes\nall I'm here to do ladies is hypnotize\nsingin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\nthe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nsingin' on n n on n on on n on\nlike a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie\npop da pop pop ya don't dare stop\ncome alive y'all, gimme what ya got\n\nI guess by now you can take a hunch\nand find that I am the baby of the bunch\nBut that's okay, I still keep in stride\n'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\nSingin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nSingin' on an' an' on an' on on an' on\nRock, rock y'all, throw it on the floor\n\nI'm gonna freak ya here, I'm gonna freak ya there\nI'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n'Cause I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\nI'll put t-t-tickets in your behind\nI said 1-2-3-4, come on girls, get on the floor\na-come alive y'all, a-gimme what ya got\n'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock\nI said 1-2-3-4, tell me Wonder Mike what are you waitin' for?\n\nI said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\nthe hip hip hop, a you don't stop\nthe rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie\nto the rhythm of the boogity beat\nskiddlee beebop we rock a Scoobie-Doo\nAnd guess what America we love you\ncause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\nyou could rock till you're a hundred and one years old\nI don't mean to brag i don't mean to boast\nbut we like hot butter on our breakfast toast\nrock it up baby bubba\nbaby bubba to the boogie da bang bang da boogie\nto the beat beat, its so unique\ncome on everybody and dance to the beat\n\nI said a hip hop the hippie the hippie\nto the hip hip hop, a-you don't stop\nrock it out, pretty bubba to the boogity bang, bang,\nthe boogie to the boogity beat\n\nI said I cant wait 'til the end of the week\nwhen I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\nand attempt to raise your body heat\nJust blow your mind so that you can't speak\nAnd do a thing but a-rock and shuffle your feet\nAnd let it change up to a dance called the freak\nAnd when you finally do come in to your rhythmic beat\nrest a little while so ya don't get weak\nI know a man named Hank\nHe has more rhymes than a serious bank\nSo come on, Hank sing that song\nto the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong\n\nWell, I'm imp, the dimp, the ladies pimp\nThe women fight for my delight\nBut I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\nthat shock the house for the young ladies\nAnd when you come inside, into the front\nyou do the freak, spank, and do the bump\nand when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n\nWe're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\na-from sun to sun and from day to day\nI sit down and write a brand new rhyme\nbecause they say that miracles never cease\nI've created a devastating masterpiece\nI'm gonna rock the mic 'til you cant resist\nEverybody, I say it goes like this\nWell, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\nA reporter stopped me for a interview\nShe said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\nthat I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\nThis young reporter I did adore\nSo I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\nshe said damn fly guy, I'm in love with you\nthe Casanova legend must have been true\nI said by the way, baby what's your name?\nsaid I go by the name of Lois Lane\nand you could be my boyfriend you surely can\njust let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\ni said he's a fairy, i do suppose\nflyin' through the air in pantyhose\nhe may be very sexy or even cute\nbut he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\ni said you need a man who's got finesse\nand his whole name across his chest\nhe may be able to fly all through the night\nbut can he rock a party 'til the early light\nhe can satisfy you with his little worm\nbut I can bust you out with my super sperm\nI go do it, I go do it, I go do it, do it, do it\nan' I'm here an' I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\nJust throw your hands up in the air\nand party hardy like you just don't care\nLet's do it don't stop y'all a tick a tock y'all you don't stop\ngo hotel motel what you gonna do today(say what)\nI'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spank drive off in a def O.J.\neverybody go hotel, motel, holiday inn\nyou say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\nI say skip, dive, what can i say\nI can't fit em all inside my O.J.\nso I just take half and bust them out\nI give the rest to Master Gee so he could shock the house\n\nIt was twelve o'clock, one Friday night\nI was rockin' to the beat and feelin' all right\nEverybody was dancin' on the floor\nDoin' all the things they never did before\nAnd then this fly fly girl with a sexy lean\nShe came into the bar, she came into the scene\nAs she traveled deeper inside the room\nAll the fellas checked out her white Sassoons\nShe came up to the table, looked into my eyes\nThen she turned around and shook her behind\nSo I said to myself, it's time for me to release\nmy vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece\nand now people in the house this is just for you\nA little rap to make you boogaloo\nnow the group you hear is called phase two\nand let me tell you somethin' we're a hell of a crew\nOnce a week we're on the street\njust a-cuttin' the jams and making it free\nFor you to party, you got to have the movies\nSo we'll get right down and give you the groove\nFor you to dance, you gotta get hype\nSo we'll get right down for you tonight\nNow the system's on and the girls are there\nYou definitely have a rockin' affair\nBut let me tell ya somethin' there's still one fact\nThat to have a party, you got to have a rap\nSo when the party's over you're makin' it home\nand tryin' to sleep before the break of dawn\nand while ya sleepin' ya start to dream\nand thinkin' how ya danced on the disco scene\nMy name appears in your mind\nYeah, a name you know that was right on time\nIt was phase two, just a doin' a do\nRockin' you down cause you know we could\nto the rhythm of the beat that makes you freak\ncome alive girls, get on your feet\nTo the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat\nTo the double beat beat that it makes you freak\nTo the rhythm of the beat that says you go on\non an' on into the break of dawn\nNow, I got a man comin' on right now\nHe's guaranteed to throw down\nHe goes by the name of Wonder Mike\ncome on Wonder Mike, do what you like\n\nLike a can of beer that's sweeter than honey\nLike a millionaire that has no money\nLike a rainy day that is not wet\nLike a gamblin' fiend that does not bet\nLike Dracula with out his fangs\nLike the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang\nLike collard greens that don't taste good\nLike a tree that's not made out of wood\nLike goin' up and not comin' down\nis just like the beat without the sound no sound\nto the beat beat, you do the freak\neverybody just rock and dance to the beat\nhave you ever went over a friend's house to eat\nand the food just ain't no good?\nI mean the macaroni's soggy the peas are mushed\nand the chicken tastes like wood\nso you try to play it off like you think you can\nby sayin' that you're full\nand then your friend says momma he's just being polite\nhe ain't finished uh uh that's bull\nso your heart starts pumpin' and you think of a lie\nand you say that you already ate\nand your friend says \"man, there's plenty of food\"\nso he piles some more on your plate\nwhile the stinky food's steamin'\nyour mind starts to dreamin'\nof the moment it's time to leave\nand then you look at your plate\nand your chicken's slowly rottin'\ninto something that looks like cheese\noh so you say that's it, i got to leave this place\nI don't care what these people think\nI'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous\nwith this ugly food that stinks\nso you bust out the door while it's still closed\nstill sick from the food you ate\nand then you run to the store for quick relief\nfrom a bottle of Kaopectate\nand then you call your friend two weeks later\nto see how he has been\nand he says \"I understand about the food\nbaby bubba but we're still friends\"\nwith a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\nthe hip hip a hop a you don't stop the rockin\nto the bang bang boogie\nsay up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogity beat\nI say Hank? can ya rock?\nCan you rock to the rhythm that just don't stop?\nCan you hip me to the shoobie doo?\nI said come on make the make the people move\n\nI go to the halls and then ring the bell\nbecause I am the man with the clientele\nAnd if you ask me why I rock so well\nI'm Big Bank, I got clientele\nand from the time I was only six years old\nI never forgot what I was told\nIt was the best advice that I ever had\nIt came from my wise, dear old dad\nHe said Sit down punk, I wanna talk to you\nand don't say a word until I'm through\nNow, there's a time to laugh a time to cry\nA time to live and a time to die\nA time to break and a time to chill\nTo act civilized or act real ill\nBut whatever you do in your lifetime\nYou never let a MC steal your rhyme\nSo from sixty six 'til this very day\nI'll always remember what he had to say\nSo when the sucker MCs try to chump my style\nI let them know that I'm versatile\nI got style, finesse and a little black book\nThat's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look\nBut there's a thing that separates you from me\nand that is called originality\nbecause my rhymes are on from what you heard\nI didn't even bite and not a goddamn word\nand I say a little more later on tonight\nso the sucker MC's can bite all night\na-tick a-tock y'all a-beat beat y'all\na-let's rock y'all ya don't stop\nYou go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today (say what)\nYou say I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'\nDrive off in a def O.J.\nEverybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\nYou say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friends\na-like that y'all, to the beat y'all\nBeat-beat y'all, you don't stop\na-Master Gee, am I mellow?\nIt's on you so whatcha gonna do?\n\nWell, like Johnny Carson on The Late Show\na-like Frankie Crocker in stereo\nWell, like The Bar-Kays singin' Holy Ghost\nThe sounds to throw down, they're played the most\n\nIt's like my man, Captain Sky\nwhose name he earned with his super sperm\nwe rock and we don't stop\nget off y'all, I'm here to give you whatcha got\nto the beat that it makes you freak\nand come alive girl, get on your feet\na-like a Perry Mason without a case\nLike Farrah Fawcett without her face\n\nLike The Bar-Kays on the mic\nLike gettin' right down for you tonight\nLike movin' your body so ya don't know how\nright to the rhythm and throw down\n\nLike comin' alive to the Master Gee\nThe brother who rocks so viciously\ni said the age of one my life begun\nat the age of two i was doin' the do\nat the age of three it was you and me\nrockin' to the sounds of the Master Gee\nat the age of four i was on the floor\ngivin' all the freaks what they bargained for\nat the age of five i didn't take no jive\nwith the Master Gee, its all the way live\nat the age of six i was a pickin' up sticks\nrappin' to the beat my stick was fixed\nat the age of seven i was rockin' in heaven\ndon'tcha know i went off\ni got right on down to the beat you see\ngettin' right on down makin' all the girls\njust take of their clothes to the beat the beat\nto the double beat beat that makes you freak\nat the age of eight i was really great\ncause every night you see i had a date\nat the age of nine i was right on time\ncause every night i had a party rhyme\ngoin' on n n on n on on n on\nthe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\na sayin' on n n on n on on n on...\nlike a hot buttered de pop de pop de pop\na saying on n n on n on on n on\ncause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\ni am the definite feast delight\ncause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\ni am the definite feast delight\nCall me the Master Gee you see\nthe brother who rocks so viciously","syncedLyrics":"[00:34.89] I said a hip, hop, a hippie to the hippie\n[00:36.65] to the hip hip hop, you don't stop\n[00:38.44] the rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumps the boogie\n[00:41.14] to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n[00:42.94] Now what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin' to the beat\n[00:47.44] And me, the groove, and my friends, are gonna try to move your feet\n[00:51.08] You see, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\n[00:55.54] to the black, to the white, the red, and the brown, the purple and yellow\n[00:59.11] But first, I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\n[01:02.77] Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\n[01:04.52] Let's rock, you don't stop\n[01:06.32] Rock the rhythm that will make your body rock\n[01:09.05] Well, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\n[01:12.76] And next on the mic is my man Hank\n[01:15.47] Come on, Hank, sing that song\n[01:17.30] Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN-the-O-V-A\n[01:19.98] and the rest is F-L-Y\n[01:21.73] You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\n[01:24.42] and these reasons I'll tell ya why\n[01:26.28] You see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun\n[01:28.08] and I dress to a 'T'\n[01:30.70] You see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali\n[01:32.50] and I dress so viciously\n[01:34.36] I got bodyguards, I got two big cars\n[01:37.93] that definitely ain't the whack\n[01:38.86] I got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac\n[01:43.32] So after school, I take a dip in the pool, which really is on the wall\n[01:47.85] I got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\n[01:51.45] Hear me talkin' 'bout checkbooks, credit cards\n[01:53.28] More money than a sucker could ever spend\n[01:55.97] But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the rucker\n[01:58.66] Not a dime 'til I made it again\n[02:00.57] Everybody go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? (say what?)\n[02:05.06] Ya say I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin'\n[02:06.82] Drive off in a def O.J.\n[02:09.51] Everybody go, hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n[02:13.15] Say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\n[02:17.64] Master Gee, am I mellow?\n[02:20.38] It's on you, so what you gonna do?\n[02:22.15] Well it's on an' on an' on on an' on\n[02:24.89] The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n[02:26.62] I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E\n[02:30.28] I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Master Gee\n[02:34.73] Well, my name is known all over the world by all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\n[02:39.28] I'm goin' down in history as the baddest rapper there ever could be\n[02:43.75] Now I'm feelin' the highs and you're feelin' the lows\n[02:47.33] The beat starts gettin' into your toes\n[02:48.27] ya start poppin' ya fingers and stompin' your feet\n[02:50.07] and movin' your body while you're sittin' in your seat\n[02:51.85] And then damn, you start doin' the freak\n[02:54.56] I said damn, right outta your seat\n[02:56.36] then ya throw your hands high in the air\n[02:58.15] ya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere\n[02:59.96] ya rockin' to the beat without a care\n[03:02.72] with the sureshot MCs for the affair\n[03:06.39] Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\n[03:07.23] but I rap to the beat just the same\n[03:09.05] I got a little face and a pair of brown eyes\n[03:11.74] all I'm here to do ladies is hypnotize\n[03:13.58] singin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\n[03:16.23] the beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n[03:17.12] singin' on n n on n on on n on\n[03:19.94] like a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie\n[03:22.60] pop da pop pop ya don't dare stop\n[03:24.48] come alive y'all, gimme what ya got\n[03:26.27] I guess by now you can take a hunch\n[03:28.92] and find that I am the baby of the bunch\n[03:30.73] But that's okay, I still keep in stride\n[03:34.32] 'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\n[03:35.21] Singin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\n[03:37.99] The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n[03:38.81] Singin' on an' an' on an' on on an' on\n[03:41.53] Rock, rock y'all, throw it on the floor\n[03:43.37] I'm gonna freak ya here, I'm gonna freak ya there\n[03:45.15] I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n[03:47.82] 'Cause I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\n[03:49.62] I'll put t-t-tickets in your behind\n[03:52.38] I said 1-2-3-4, come on girls, get on the floor\n[03:55.99] a-come alive y'all, a-gimme what ya got\n[03:58.70] 'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock\n[04:02.33] I said 1-2-3-4, tell me Wonder Mike what are you waitin' for?\n[04:05.06] I said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n[04:07.76] the hip hip hop, a you don't stop\n[04:09.59] the rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie\n[04:11.32] to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n[04:13.18] skiddlee beebop we rock a Scoobie-Doo\n[04:15.88] And guess what America we love you\n[04:18.56] cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\n[04:20.34] you could rock till you're a hundred and one years old\n[04:22.13] I don't mean to brag i don't mean to boast\n[04:25.74] but we like hot butter on our breakfast toast\n[04:26.68] rock it up baby bubba\n[04:28.45] baby bubba to the boogie da bang bang da boogie\n[04:31.20] to the beat beat, its so unique\n[04:32.98] come on everybody and dance to the beat\n[04:34.73] I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie\n[04:53.14] \n[04:55.56] to the hip hip hop, a-you don't stop\n[04:56.40] rock it out, pretty bubba to the boogity bang, bang,\n[04:59.17] the boogie to the boogity beat\n[05:00.98] I said I cant wait 'til the end of the week\n[05:03.61] when I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\n[05:05.47] and attempt to raise your body heat\n[05:07.20] Just blow your mind so that you can't speak\n[05:09.95] And do a thing but a-rock and shuffle your feet\n[05:11.74] And let it change up to a dance called the freak\n[05:14.46] And when you finally do come in to your rhythmic beat\n[05:16.27] rest a little while so ya don't get weak\n[05:18.07] I know a man named Hank\n[05:20.84] He has more rhymes than a serious bank\n[05:22.67] So come on, Hank sing that song\n[05:24.47] to the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong\n[05:27.18] Well, I'm imp, the dimp, the ladies pimp\n[05:28.93] The women fight for my delight\n[05:31.63] But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\n[05:33.48] that shock the house for the young ladies\n[05:35.26] And when you come inside, into the front\n[05:37.92] you do the freak, spank, and do the bump\n[05:39.77] and when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n[05:42.42] We're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\n[05:44.26] a-from sun to sun and from day to day\n[05:46.00] I sit down and write a brand new rhyme\n[05:48.77] because they say that miracles never cease\n[05:50.53] I've created a devastating masterpiece\n[05:52.36] I'm gonna rock the mic 'til you cant resist\n[05:55.06] Everybody, I say it goes like this\n[05:56.81] Well, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\n[05:59.59] A reporter stopped me for a interview\n[06:03.13] She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\n[06:04.02] that I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\n[06:05.87] This young reporter I did adore\n[06:07.62] So I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\n[06:09.53] she said damn fly guy, I'm in love with you\n[06:12.24] the Casanova legend must have been true\n[06:14.93] I said by the way, baby what's your name?\n[06:16.79] said I go by the name of Lois Lane\n[06:18.59] and you could be my boyfriend you surely can\n[06:21.29] just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\n[06:23.06] i said he's a fairy, i do suppose\n[06:24.86] flyin' through the air in pantyhose\n[06:27.53] he may be very sexy or even cute\n[06:29.34] but he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\n[06:31.14] i said you need a man who's got finesse\n[06:33.82] and his whole name across his chest\n[06:35.67] he may be able to fly all through the night\n[06:37.48] but can he rock a party 'til the early light\n[06:40.10] he can satisfy you with his little worm\n[06:42.84] but I can bust you out with my super sperm\n[06:44.60] I go do it, I go do it, I go do it, do it, do it\n[06:48.27] an' I'm here an' I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\n[06:51.86] Just throw your hands up in the air\n[06:55.47] and party hardy like you just don't care\n[06:57.27] Let's do it don't stop y'all a tick a tock y'all you don't stop\n[07:00.93] go hotel motel what you gonna do today(say what)\n[07:06.30] I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spank drive off in a def O.J.\n[07:09.03] everybody go hotel, motel, holiday inn\n[07:15.30] you say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\n[07:18.12] I say skip, dive, what can i say\n[07:20.83] I can't fit em all inside my O.J.\n[07:23.54] so I just take half and bust them out\n[07:26.24] I give the rest to Master Gee so he could shock the house\n[07:27.11] It was twelve o'clock, one Friday night\n[07:30.76] I was rockin' to the beat and feelin' all right\n[07:31.68] Everybody was dancin' on the floor\n[07:33.46] Doin' all the things they never did before\n[07:35.29] And then this fly fly girl with a sexy lean\n[07:37.97] She came into the bar, she came into the scene\n[07:39.75] As she traveled deeper inside the room\n[07:42.48] All the fellas checked out her white Sassoons\n[07:44.34] She came up to the table, looked into my eyes\n[07:47.02] Then she turned around and shook her behind\n[07:48.82] So I said to myself, it's time for me to release\n[07:51.58] my vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece\n[07:53.37] and now people in the house this is just for you\n[07:55.14] A little rap to make you boogaloo\n[07:56.96] now the group you hear is called phase two\n[07:59.65] and let me tell you somethin' we're a hell of a crew\n[08:01.44] Once a week we're on the street\n[08:04.10] just a-cuttin' the jams and making it free\n[08:06.86] For you to party, you got to have the movies\n[08:07.71] So we'll get right down and give you the groove\n[08:10.47] For you to dance, you gotta get hype\n[08:12.23] So we'll get right down for you tonight\n[08:14.08] Now the system's on and the girls are there\n[08:18.61] You definitely have a rockin' affair\n[08:19.54] But let me tell ya somethin' there's still one fact\n[08:21.32] That to have a party, you got to have a rap\n[08:23.11] So when the party's over you're makin' it home\n[08:24.96] and tryin' to sleep before the break of dawn\n[08:27.66] and while ya sleepin' ya start to dream\n[08:29.45] and thinkin' how ya danced on the disco scene\n[08:32.11] My name appears in your mind\n[08:33.97] Yeah, a name you know that was right on time\n[08:36.62] It was phase two, just a doin' a do\n[08:38.49] Rockin' you down cause you know we could\n[08:40.23] to the rhythm of the beat that makes you freak\n[08:43.02] come alive girls, get on your feet\n[08:44.78] To the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat\n[08:47.59] To the double beat beat that it makes you freak\n[08:49.21] To the rhythm of the beat that says you go on\n[08:51.11] on an' on into the break of dawn\n[08:52.92] Now, I got a man comin' on right now\n[08:55.63] He's guaranteed to throw down\n[08:58.30] He goes by the name of Wonder Mike\n[09:00.20] come on Wonder Mike, do what you like\n[09:01.96] Like a can of beer that's sweeter than honey\n[09:04.66] Like a millionaire that has no money\n[09:06.54] Like a rainy day that is not wet\n[09:09.21] Like a gamblin' fiend that does not bet\n[09:10.17] Like Dracula with out his fangs\n[09:12.81] Like the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang\n[09:15.52] Like collard greens that don't taste good\n[09:16.44] Like a tree that's not made out of wood\n[09:19.15] Like goin' up and not comin' down\n[09:21.81] is just like the beat without the sound no sound\n[09:22.75] to the beat beat, you do the freak\n[09:26.48] everybody just rock and dance to the beat\n[09:27.24] have you ever went over a friend's house to eat\n[09:30.06] and the food just ain't no good?\n[09:32.75] I mean the macaroni's soggy the peas are mushed\n[09:33.69] and the chicken tastes like wood\n[09:37.22] so you try to play it off like you think you can\n[09:38.16] by sayin' that you're full\n[09:40.87] and then your friend says momma he's just being polite\n[09:42.65] he ain't finished uh uh that's bull\n[09:44.47] so your heart starts pumpin' and you think of a lie\n[09:46.20] and you say that you already ate\n[09:49.98] and your friend says \"man, there's plenty of food\"\n[09:50.83] so he piles some more on your plate\n[09:53.50] while the stinky food's steamin'\n[09:54.48] your mind starts to dreamin'\n[09:56.25] of the moment it's time to leave\n[09:58.02] and then you look at your plate\n[09:58.91] and your chicken's slowly rottin'\n[09:59.85] into something that looks like cheese\n[10:01.61] oh so you say that's it, i got to leave this place\n[10:04.37] I don't care what these people think\n[10:07.01] I'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous\n[10:07.96] with this ugly food that stinks\n[10:11.59] so you bust out the door while it's still closed\n[10:12.49] still sick from the food you ate\n[10:16.07] and then you run to the store for quick relief\n[10:17.00] from a bottle of Kaopectate\n[10:18.84] and then you call your friend two weeks later\n[10:21.51] to see how he has been\n[10:23.31] and he says \"I understand about the food\n[10:25.18] baby bubba but we're still friends\"\n[10:26.91] with a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n[10:29.65] the hip hip a hop a you don't stop the rockin\n[10:31.45] to the bang bang boogie\n[10:33.35] say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n[10:35.15] I say Hank? can ya rock?\n[10:37.88] Can you rock to the rhythm that just don't stop?\n[10:40.52] Can you hip me to the shoobie doo?\n[10:42.32] I said come on make the make the people move\n[10:44.14] I go to the halls and then ring the bell\n[10:47.88] because I am the man with the clientele\n[10:48.73] And if you ask me why I rock so well\n[10:50.51] I'm Big Bank, I got clientele\n[10:53.32] and from the time I was only six years old\n[10:55.13] I never forgot what I was told\n[10:57.88] It was the best advice that I ever had\n[10:59.67] It came from my wise, dear old dad\n[11:02.35] He said Sit down punk, I wanna talk to you\n[11:04.19] and don't say a word until I'm through\n[11:05.93] Now, there's a time to laugh a time to cry\n[11:07.77] A time to live and a time to die\n[11:10.46] A time to break and a time to chill\n[11:12.25] To act civilized or act real ill\n[11:14.93] But whatever you do in your lifetime\n[11:16.75] You never let a MC steal your rhyme\n[11:18.54] So from sixty six 'til this very day\n[11:21.30] I'll always remember what he had to say\n[11:23.16] So when the sucker MCs try to chump my style\n[11:24.97] I let them know that I'm versatile\n[11:27.61] I got style, finesse and a little black book\n[11:29.48] That's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look\n[11:32.15] But there's a thing that separates you from me\n[11:33.91] and that is called originality\n[11:36.63] because my rhymes are on from what you heard\n[11:38.41] I didn't even bite and not a goddamn word\n[11:42.07] and I say a little more later on tonight\n[11:43.89] so the sucker MC's can bite all night\n[11:44.79] a-tick a-tock y'all a-beat beat y'all\n[11:46.59] a-let's rock y'all ya don't stop\n[11:49.32] You go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today (say what)\n[11:53.83] You say I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'\n[11:55.68] Drive off in a def O.J.\n[11:57.45] Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n[12:01.04] You say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friends\n[12:05.60] a-like that y'all, to the beat y'all\n[12:08.39] Beat-beat y'all, you don't stop\n[12:11.02] a-Master Gee, am I mellow?\n[12:12.88] It's on you so whatcha gonna do?\n[12:14.65] Well, like Johnny Carson on The Late Show\n[12:17.32] a-like Frankie Crocker in stereo\n[12:19.11] Well, like The Bar-Kays singin' Holy Ghost\n[12:21.82] The sounds to throw down, they're played the most\n[12:23.69] It's like my man, Captain Sky\n[12:26.37] whose name he earned with his super sperm\n[12:28.15] we rock and we don't stop\n[12:31.74] get off y'all, I'm here to give you whatcha got\n[12:35.31] to the beat that it makes you freak\n[12:38.05] and come alive girl, get on your feet\n[12:38.90] a-like a Perry Mason without a case\n[12:39.88] Like Farrah Fawcett without her face\n[12:40.86] Like The Bar-Kays on the mic\n[12:42.68] Like gettin' right down for you tonight\n[12:45.34] Like movin' your body so ya don't know how\n[12:47.18] right to the rhythm and throw down\n[12:49.82] Like comin' alive to the Master Gee\n[12:51.65] The brother who rocks so viciously\n[12:53.46] i said the age of one my life begun\n[12:56.11] at the age of two i was doin' the do\n[12:57.95] at the age of three it was you and me\n[12:59.85] rockin' to the sounds of the Master Gee\n[13:02.53] at the age of four i was on the floor\n[13:04.38] givin' all the freaks what they bargained for\n[13:07.04] at the age of five i didn't take no jive\n[13:08.89] with the Master Gee, its all the way live\n[13:11.52] at the age of six i was a pickin' up sticks\n[13:13.94] rappin' to the beat my stick was fixed\n[13:15.78] at the age of seven i was rockin' in heaven\n[13:17.55] don'tcha know i went off\n[13:19.33] i got right on down to the beat you see\n[13:22.03] gettin' right on down makin' all the girls\n[13:23.98] just take of their clothes to the beat the beat\n[13:26.65] to the double beat beat that makes you freak\n[13:28.45] at the age of eight i was really great\n[13:30.27] cause every night you see i had a date\n[13:32.92] at the age of nine i was right on time\n[13:34.71] cause every night i had a party rhyme\n[13:37.41] goin' on n n on n on on n on\n[13:39.24] the beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n[13:41.96] a sayin' on n n on n on on n on...\n[13:43.72] like a hot buttered de pop de pop de pop\n[13:45.52] a saying on n n on n on on n on\n[13:49.13] cause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\n[13:52.81] i am the definite feast delight\n[13:54.67] cause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\n[13:56.42] i am the definite feast delight\n[13:59.13] Call me the Master Gee you see\n[14:01.03] the brother who rocks so viciously\n[14:03.78] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rapper’s Delight (long version)\n  artist: The Sugarhill Gang\n  album: Sugarhill Gang\n  duration_ms: 870027\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I said a hip, hop, a hippie to the hippie\n  start_ms: 34890\n  end_ms: 36650\n- text: to the hip hip hop, you don't stop\n  start_ms: 36650\n  end_ms: 38440\n- text: the rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumps the boogie\n  start_ms: 38440\n 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text: And next on the mic is my man Hank\n  start_ms: 72760\n  end_ms: 75470\n- text: Come on, Hank, sing that song\n  start_ms: 75470\n  end_ms: 77300\n- text: Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN-the-O-V-A\n  start_ms: 77300\n  end_ms: 79980\n- text: and the rest is F-L-Y\n  start_ms: 79980\n  end_ms: 81730\n- text: You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\n  start_ms: 81730\n  end_ms: 84420\n- text: and these reasons I'll tell ya why\n  start_ms: 84420\n  end_ms: 86280\n- text: You see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun\n  start_ms: 86280\n  end_ms: 88080\n- text: and I dress to a 'T'\n  start_ms: 88080\n  end_ms: 90700\n- text: You see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali\n  start_ms: 90700\n  end_ms: 92500\n- text: and I dress so viciously\n  start_ms: 92500\n  end_ms: 94360\n- text: I got bodyguards, I got two big cars\n  start_ms: 94360\n  end_ms: 97930\n- text: that definitely ain't the whack\n  start_ms: 97930\n  end_ms: 98860\n- text: I got a Lincoln Continental and a 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(say what?)\n  start_ms: 120570\n  end_ms: 125060\n- text: Ya say I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin'\n  start_ms: 125060\n  end_ms: 126820\n- text: Drive off in a def O.J.\n  start_ms: 126820\n  end_ms: 129510\n- text: Everybody go, hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  start_ms: 129510\n  end_ms: 133150\n- text: Say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\n  start_ms: 133150\n  end_ms: 137640\n- text: Master Gee, am I mellow?\n  start_ms: 137640\n  end_ms: 140380\n- text: It's on you, so what you gonna do?\n  start_ms: 140380\n  end_ms: 142150\n- text: Well it's on an' on an' on on an' on\n  start_ms: 142150\n  end_ms: 144890\n- text: The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  start_ms: 144890\n  end_ms: 146620\n- text: I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E\n  start_ms: 146620\n  end_ms: 150280\n- text: I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Master Gee\n  start_ms: 150280\n  end_ms: 154730\n- text: Well, my name is known all over the world by all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\n  start_ms: 154730\n  end_ms: 159280\n- text: I'm goin' down in history as the baddest rapper there ever could be\n  start_ms: 159280\n  end_ms: 163750\n- text: Now I'm feelin' the highs and you're feelin' the lows\n  start_ms: 163750\n  end_ms: 167330\n- text: The beat starts gettin' into your toes\n  start_ms: 167330\n  end_ms: 168270\n- text: ya start poppin' ya fingers and stompin' your feet\n  start_ms: 168270\n  end_ms: 170070\n- text: and movin' your body while you're sittin' in your seat\n  start_ms: 170070\n  end_ms: 171850\n- text: And then damn, you start doin' the freak\n  start_ms: 171850\n  end_ms: 174560\n- text: I said damn, right outta your seat\n  start_ms: 174560\n  end_ms: 176360\n- text: then ya throw your hands high in the air\n  start_ms: 176360\n  end_ms: 178150\n- text: ya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere\n  start_ms: 178150\n  end_ms: 179960\n- text: ya rockin' to the beat without a care\n  start_ms: 179960\n  end_ms: 182720\n- text: with the sureshot MCs for the affair\n  start_ms: 182720\n  end_ms: 186390\n- text: Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\n  start_ms: 186390\n  end_ms: 187230\n- text: but I rap to the beat just the same\n  start_ms: 187230\n  end_ms: 189050\n- text: I got a little face and a pair of brown eyes\n  start_ms: 189050\n  end_ms: 191740\n- text: all I'm here to do ladies is hypnotize\n  start_ms: 191740\n  end_ms: 193580\n- text: singin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\n  start_ms: 193580\n  end_ms: 196230\n- text: the beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  start_ms: 196230\n  end_ms: 197120\n- text: singin' on n n on n on on n on\n  start_ms: 197120\n  end_ms: 199940\n- text: like a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie\n  start_ms: 199940\n  end_ms: 202600\n- text: pop da pop pop ya don't dare stop\n  start_ms: 202600\n  end_ms: 204480\n- text: come alive y'all, gimme what ya got\n  start_ms: 204480\n  end_ms: 206270\n- text: I guess by now you can take a hunch\n  start_ms: 206270\n  end_ms: 208920\n- text: and find that I am the baby of the bunch\n  start_ms: 208920\n  end_ms: 210730\n- text: But that's okay, I still keep in stride\n  start_ms: 210730\n  end_ms: 214320\n- text: '''Cause all I''m here to do is just wiggle your behind'\n  start_ms: 214320\n  end_ms: 215210\n- text: Singin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\n  start_ms: 215210\n  end_ms: 217990\n- text: The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  start_ms: 217990\n  end_ms: 218810\n- text: Singin' on an' an' on an' on on an' on\n  start_ms: 218810\n  end_ms: 221530\n- text: Rock, rock y'all, throw it on the floor\n  start_ms: 221530\n  end_ms: 223370\n- text: I'm gonna freak ya here, I'm gonna freak ya there\n  start_ms: 223370\n  end_ms: 225150\n- text: I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n  start_ms: 225150\n  end_ms: 227820\n- text: '''Cause I''m one of a kind and I''ll shock your mind'\n  start_ms: 227820\n  end_ms: 229620\n- text: I'll put t-t-tickets in your behind\n  start_ms: 229620\n  end_ms: 232380\n- text: I said 1-2-3-4, come on girls, get on the floor\n  start_ms: 232380\n  end_ms: 235990\n- text: a-come alive y'all, a-gimme what ya got\n  start_ms: 235990\n  end_ms: 238700\n- text: '''Cause I''m guaranteed to make you rock'\n  start_ms: 238700\n  end_ms: 242330\n- text: I said 1-2-3-4, tell me Wonder Mike what are you waitin' for?\n  start_ms: 242330\n  end_ms: 245060\n- text: I said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n  start_ms: 245060\n  end_ms: 247760\n- text: the hip hip hop, a you don't stop\n  start_ms: 247760\n  end_ms: 249590\n- text: the rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie\n  start_ms: 249590\n  end_ms: 251320\n- text: to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n  start_ms: 251320\n  end_ms: 253180\n- text: skiddlee beebop we rock a Scoobie-Doo\n  start_ms: 253180\n  end_ms: 255880\n- text: And guess what America we love you\n  start_ms: 255880\n  end_ms: 258560\n- text: cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\n  start_ms: 258560\n  end_ms: 260340\n- text: you could rock till you're a hundred and one years old\n  start_ms: 260340\n  end_ms: 262130\n- text: I don't mean to brag i don't mean to boast\n  start_ms: 262130\n  end_ms: 265740\n- text: but we like hot butter on our breakfast toast\n  start_ms: 265740\n  end_ms: 266680\n- text: rock it up baby bubba\n  start_ms: 266680\n  end_ms: 268450\n- text: baby bubba to the boogie da bang bang da boogie\n  start_ms: 268450\n  end_ms: 271200\n- text: to the beat beat, its so unique\n  start_ms: 271200\n  end_ms: 272980\n- text: come on everybody and dance to the beat\n  start_ms: 272980\n  end_ms: 274730\n- text: I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie\n  start_ms: 274730\n  end_ms: 293140\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 293140\n  end_ms: 295560\n- text: to the hip hip hop, a-you don't stop\n  start_ms: 295560\n  end_ms: 296400\n- text: rock it out, pretty bubba to the boogity bang, bang,\n  start_ms: 296400\n  end_ms: 299170\n- text: the boogie to the boogity beat\n  start_ms: 299170\n  end_ms: 300980\n- text: I said I cant wait 'til the end of the week\n  start_ms: 300980\n  end_ms: 303610\n- text: when I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\n  start_ms: 303610\n  end_ms: 305470\n- text: and attempt to raise your body heat\n  start_ms: 305470\n  end_ms: 307200\n- text: Just blow your mind so that you can't speak\n  start_ms: 307200\n  end_ms: 309950\n- text: And do a thing but a-rock and shuffle your feet\n  start_ms: 309950\n  end_ms: 311740\n- text: And let it change up to a dance called the freak\n  start_ms: 311740\n  end_ms: 314460\n- text: And when you finally do come in to your rhythmic beat\n  start_ms: 314460\n  end_ms: 316270\n- text: rest a little while so ya don't get weak\n  start_ms: 316270\n  end_ms: 318070\n- text: I know a man named Hank\n  start_ms: 318070\n  end_ms: 320840\n- text: He has more rhymes than a serious bank\n  start_ms: 320840\n  end_ms: 322670\n- text: So come on, Hank sing that song\n  start_ms: 322670\n  end_ms: 324470\n- text: to the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong\n  start_ms: 324470\n  end_ms: 327180\n- text: Well, I'm imp, the dimp, the ladies pimp\n  start_ms: 327180\n  end_ms: 328930\n- text: The women fight for my delight\n  start_ms: 328930\n  end_ms: 331630\n- text: But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\n  start_ms: 331630\n  end_ms: 333480\n- text: that shock the house for the young ladies\n  start_ms: 333480\n  end_ms: 335260\n- text: And when you come inside, into the front\n  start_ms: 335260\n  end_ms: 337920\n- text: you do the freak, spank, and do the bump\n  start_ms: 337920\n  end_ms: 339770\n- text: and when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n  start_ms: 339770\n  end_ms: 342420\n- text: We're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\n  start_ms: 342420\n  end_ms: 344260\n- text: a-from sun to sun and from day to day\n  start_ms: 344260\n  end_ms: 346000\n- text: I sit down and write a brand new rhyme\n  start_ms: 346000\n  end_ms: 348770\n- text: because they say that miracles never cease\n  start_ms: 348770\n  end_ms: 350530\n- text: I've created a devastating masterpiece\n  start_ms: 350530\n  end_ms: 352360\n- text: I'm gonna rock the mic 'til you cant resist\n  start_ms: 352360\n  end_ms: 355060\n- text: Everybody, I say it goes like this\n  start_ms: 355060\n  end_ms: 356810\n- text: Well, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\n  start_ms: 356810\n  end_ms: 359590\n- text: A reporter stopped me for a interview\n  start_ms: 359590\n  end_ms: 363130\n- text: She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\n  start_ms: 363130\n  end_ms: 364020\n- text: that I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\n  start_ms: 364020\n  end_ms: 365870\n- text: This young reporter I did adore\n  start_ms: 365870\n  end_ms: 367620\n- text: So I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\n  start_ms: 367620\n  end_ms: 369530\n- text: she said damn fly guy, I'm in love with you\n  start_ms: 369530\n  end_ms: 372240\n- text: the Casanova legend must have been true\n  start_ms: 372240\n  end_ms: 374930\n- text: I said by the way, baby what's your name?\n  start_ms: 374930\n  end_ms: 376790\n- text: said I go by the name of Lois Lane\n  start_ms: 376790\n  end_ms: 378590\n- text: and you could be my boyfriend you surely can\n  start_ms: 378590\n  end_ms: 381290\n- text: just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\n  start_ms: 381290\n  end_ms: 383060\n- text: i said he's a fairy, i do suppose\n  start_ms: 383060\n  end_ms: 384860\n- text: flyin' through the air in pantyhose\n  start_ms: 384860\n  end_ms: 387530\n- text: he may be very sexy or even cute\n  start_ms: 387530\n  end_ms: 389340\n- text: but he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\n  start_ms: 389340\n  end_ms: 391140\n- text: i said you need a man who's got finesse\n  start_ms: 391140\n  end_ms: 393820\n- text: and his whole name across his chest\n  start_ms: 393820\n  end_ms: 395670\n- text: he may be able to fly all through the night\n  start_ms: 395670\n  end_ms: 397480\n- text: but can he rock a party 'til the early light\n  start_ms: 397480\n  end_ms: 400100\n- text: he can satisfy you with his little worm\n  start_ms: 400100\n  end_ms: 402840\n- text: but I can bust you out with my super sperm\n  start_ms: 402840\n  end_ms: 404600\n- text: I go do it, I go do it, I go do it, do it, do it\n  start_ms: 404600\n  end_ms: 408270\n- text: an' I'm here an' I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\n  start_ms: 408270\n  end_ms: 411860\n- text: Just throw your hands up in the air\n  start_ms: 411860\n  end_ms: 415470\n- text: and party hardy like you just don't care\n  start_ms: 415470\n  end_ms: 417270\n- text: Let's do it don't stop y'all a tick a tock y'all you don't stop\n  start_ms: 417270\n  end_ms: 420930\n- text: go hotel motel what you gonna do today(say what)\n  start_ms: 420930\n  end_ms: 426300\n- text: I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spank drive off in a def O.J.\n  start_ms: 426300\n  end_ms: 429030\n- text: everybody go hotel, motel, holiday inn\n  start_ms: 429030\n  end_ms: 435300\n- text: you say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\n  start_ms: 435300\n  end_ms: 438120\n- text: I say skip, dive, what can i say\n  start_ms: 438120\n  end_ms: 440830\n- text: I can't fit em all inside my O.J.\n  start_ms: 440830\n  end_ms: 443540\n- text: so I just take half and bust them out\n  start_ms: 443540\n  end_ms: 446240\n- text: I give the rest to Master Gee so he could shock the house\n  start_ms: 446240\n  end_ms: 447110\n- text: It was twelve o'clock, one Friday night\n  start_ms: 447110\n  end_ms: 450760\n- text: I was rockin' to the beat and feelin' all right\n  start_ms: 450760\n  end_ms: 451680\n- text: Everybody was dancin' on the floor\n  start_ms: 451680\n  end_ms: 453460\n- text: Doin' all the things they never did before\n  start_ms: 453460\n  end_ms: 455290\n- text: And then this fly fly girl with a sexy lean\n  start_ms: 455290\n  end_ms: 457970\n- text: She came into the bar, she came into the scene\n  start_ms: 457970\n  end_ms: 459750\n- text: As she traveled deeper inside the room\n  start_ms: 459750\n  end_ms: 462480\n- text: All the fellas checked out her white Sassoons\n  start_ms: 462480\n  end_ms: 464340\n- text: She came up to the table, looked into my eyes\n  start_ms: 464340\n  end_ms: 467020\n- text: Then she turned around and shook her behind\n  start_ms: 467020\n  end_ms: 468820\n- text: So I said to myself, it's time for me to release\n  start_ms: 468820\n  end_ms: 471580\n- text: my vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece\n  start_ms: 471580\n  end_ms: 473370\n- text: and now people in the house this is just for you\n  start_ms: 473370\n  end_ms: 475140\n- text: A little rap to make you boogaloo\n  start_ms: 475140\n  end_ms: 476960\n- text: now the group you hear is called phase two\n  start_ms: 476960\n  end_ms: 479650\n- text: and let me tell you somethin' we're a hell of a crew\n  start_ms: 479650\n  end_ms: 481440\n- text: Once a week we're on the street\n  start_ms: 481440\n  end_ms: 484100\n- text: just a-cuttin' the jams and making it free\n  start_ms: 484100\n  end_ms: 486860\n- text: For you to party, you got to have the movies\n  start_ms: 486860\n  end_ms: 487710\n- text: So we'll get right down and give you the groove\n  start_ms: 487710\n  end_ms: 490470\n- text: For you to dance, you gotta get hype\n  start_ms: 490470\n  end_ms: 492230\n- text: So we'll get right down for you tonight\n  start_ms: 492230\n  end_ms: 494080\n- text: Now the system's on and the girls are there\n  start_ms: 494080\n  end_ms: 498610\n- text: You definitely have a rockin' affair\n  start_ms: 498610\n  end_ms: 499540\n- text: But let me tell ya somethin' there's still one fact\n  start_ms: 499540\n  end_ms: 501320\n- text: That to have a party, you got to have a rap\n  start_ms: 501320\n  end_ms: 503110\n- text: So when the party's over you're makin' it home\n  start_ms: 503110\n  end_ms: 504960\n- text: and tryin' to sleep before the break of dawn\n  start_ms: 504960\n  end_ms: 507660\n- text: and while ya sleepin' ya start to dream\n  start_ms: 507660\n  end_ms: 509450\n- text: and thinkin' how ya danced on the disco scene\n  start_ms: 509450\n  end_ms: 512110\n- text: My name appears in your mind\n  start_ms: 512110\n  end_ms: 513970\n- text: Yeah, a name you know that was right on time\n  start_ms: 513970\n  end_ms: 516620\n- text: It was phase two, just a doin' a do\n  start_ms: 516620\n  end_ms: 518490\n- text: Rockin' you down cause you know we could\n  start_ms: 518490\n  end_ms: 520230\n- text: to the rhythm of the beat that makes you freak\n  start_ms: 520230\n  end_ms: 523020\n- text: come alive girls, get on your feet\n  start_ms: 523020\n  end_ms: 524780\n- text: To the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat\n  start_ms: 524780\n  end_ms: 527590\n- text: To the double beat beat that it makes you freak\n  start_ms: 527590\n  end_ms: 529210\n- text: To the rhythm of the beat that says you go on\n  start_ms: 529210\n  end_ms: 531110\n- text: on an' on into the break of dawn\n  start_ms: 531110\n  end_ms: 532920\n- text: Now, I got a man comin' on right now\n  start_ms: 532920\n  end_ms: 535630\n- text: He's guaranteed to throw down\n  start_ms: 535630\n  end_ms: 538300\n- text: He goes by the name of Wonder Mike\n  start_ms: 538300\n  end_ms: 540200\n- text: come on Wonder Mike, do what you like\n  start_ms: 540200\n  end_ms: 541960\n- text: Like a can of beer that's sweeter than honey\n  start_ms: 541960\n  end_ms: 544660\n- text: Like a millionaire that has no money\n  start_ms: 544660\n  end_ms: 546540\n- text: Like a rainy day that is not wet\n  start_ms: 546540\n  end_ms: 549210\n- text: Like a gamblin' fiend that does not bet\n  start_ms: 549210\n  end_ms: 550170\n- text: Like Dracula with out his fangs\n  start_ms: 550170\n  end_ms: 552810\n- text: Like the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang\n  start_ms: 552810\n  end_ms: 555520\n- text: Like collard greens that don't taste good\n  start_ms: 555520\n  end_ms: 556440\n- text: Like a tree that's not made out of wood\n  start_ms: 556440\n  end_ms: 559150\n- text: Like goin' up and not comin' down\n  start_ms: 559150\n  end_ms: 561810\n- text: is just like the beat without the sound no sound\n  start_ms: 561810\n  end_ms: 562750\n- text: to the beat beat, you do the freak\n  start_ms: 562750\n  end_ms: 566480\n- text: everybody just rock and dance to the beat\n  start_ms: 566480\n  end_ms: 567240\n- text: have you ever went over a friend's house to eat\n  start_ms: 567240\n  end_ms: 570060\n- text: and the food just ain't no good?\n  start_ms: 570060\n  end_ms: 572750\n- text: I mean the macaroni's soggy the peas are mushed\n  start_ms: 572750\n  end_ms: 573690\n- text: and the chicken tastes like wood\n  start_ms: 573690\n  end_ms: 577220\n- text: so you try to play it off like you think you can\n  start_ms: 577220\n  end_ms: 578160\n- text: by sayin' that you're full\n  start_ms: 578160\n  end_ms: 580870\n- text: and then your friend says momma he's just being polite\n  start_ms: 580870\n  end_ms: 582650\n- text: he ain't finished uh uh that's bull\n  start_ms: 582650\n  end_ms: 584470\n- text: so your heart starts pumpin' and you think of a lie\n  start_ms: 584470\n  end_ms: 586200\n- text: and you say that you already ate\n  start_ms: 586200\n  end_ms: 589980\n- text: and your friend says \"man, there's plenty of food\"\n  start_ms: 589980\n  end_ms: 590830\n- text: so he piles some more on your plate\n  start_ms: 590830\n  end_ms: 593500\n- text: while the stinky food's steamin'\n  start_ms: 593500\n  end_ms: 594480\n- text: your mind starts to dreamin'\n  start_ms: 594480\n  end_ms: 596250\n- text: of the moment it's time to leave\n  start_ms: 596250\n  end_ms: 598020\n- text: and then you look at your plate\n  start_ms: 598020\n  end_ms: 598910\n- text: and your chicken's slowly rottin'\n  start_ms: 598910\n  end_ms: 599850\n- text: into something that looks like cheese\n  start_ms: 599850\n  end_ms: 601610\n- text: oh so you say that's it, i got to leave this place\n  start_ms: 601610\n  end_ms: 604370\n- text: I don't care what these people think\n  start_ms: 604370\n  end_ms: 607010\n- text: I'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous\n  start_ms: 607010\n  end_ms: 607960\n- text: with this ugly food that stinks\n  start_ms: 607960\n  end_ms: 611590\n- text: so you bust out the door while it's still closed\n  start_ms: 611590\n  end_ms: 612490\n- text: still sick from the food you ate\n  start_ms: 612490\n  end_ms: 616070\n- text: and then you run to the store for quick relief\n  start_ms: 616070\n  end_ms: 617000\n- text: from a bottle of Kaopectate\n  start_ms: 617000\n  end_ms: 618840\n- text: and then you call your friend two weeks later\n  start_ms: 618840\n  end_ms: 621510\n- text: to see how he has been\n  start_ms: 621510\n  end_ms: 623310\n- text: and he says \"I understand about the food\n  start_ms: 623310\n  end_ms: 625180\n- text: baby bubba but we're still friends\"\n  start_ms: 625180\n  end_ms: 626910\n- text: with a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n  start_ms: 626910\n  end_ms: 629650\n- text: the hip hip a hop a you don't stop the rockin\n  start_ms: 629650\n  end_ms: 631450\n- text: to the bang bang boogie\n  start_ms: 631450\n  end_ms: 633350\n- text: say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n  start_ms: 633350\n  end_ms: 635150\n- text: I say Hank? can ya rock?\n  start_ms: 635150\n  end_ms: 637880\n- text: Can you rock to the rhythm that just don't stop?\n  start_ms: 637880\n  end_ms: 640520\n- text: Can you hip me to the shoobie doo?\n  start_ms: 640520\n  end_ms: 642320\n- text: I said come on make the make the people move\n  start_ms: 642320\n  end_ms: 644140\n- text: I go to the halls and then ring the bell\n  start_ms: 644140\n  end_ms: 647880\n- text: because I am the man with the clientele\n  start_ms: 647880\n  end_ms: 648730\n- text: And if you ask me why I rock so well\n  start_ms: 648730\n  end_ms: 650510\n- text: I'm Big Bank, I got clientele\n  start_ms: 650510\n  end_ms: 653320\n- text: and from the time I was only six years old\n  start_ms: 653320\n  end_ms: 655130\n- text: I never forgot what I was told\n  start_ms: 655130\n  end_ms: 657880\n- text: It was the best advice that I ever had\n  start_ms: 657880\n  end_ms: 659670\n- text: It came from my wise, dear old dad\n  start_ms: 659670\n  end_ms: 662350\n- text: He said Sit down punk, I wanna talk to you\n  start_ms: 662350\n  end_ms: 664190\n- text: and don't say a word until I'm through\n  start_ms: 664190\n  end_ms: 665930\n- text: Now, there's a time to laugh a time to cry\n  start_ms: 665930\n  end_ms: 667770\n- text: A time to live and a time to die\n  start_ms: 667770\n  end_ms: 670460\n- text: A time to break and a time to chill\n  start_ms: 670460\n  end_ms: 672250\n- text: To act civilized or act real ill\n  start_ms: 672250\n  end_ms: 674930\n- text: But whatever you do in your lifetime\n  start_ms: 674930\n  end_ms: 676750\n- text: You never let a MC steal your rhyme\n  start_ms: 676750\n  end_ms: 678540\n- text: So from sixty six 'til this very day\n  start_ms: 678540\n  end_ms: 681300\n- text: I'll always remember what he had to say\n  start_ms: 681300\n  end_ms: 683160\n- text: So when the sucker MCs try to chump my style\n  start_ms: 683160\n  end_ms: 684970\n- text: I let them know that I'm versatile\n  start_ms: 684970\n  end_ms: 687610\n- text: I got style, finesse and a little black book\n  start_ms: 687610\n  end_ms: 689480\n- text: That's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look\n  start_ms: 689480\n  end_ms: 692150\n- text: But there's a thing that separates you from me\n  start_ms: 692150\n  end_ms: 693910\n- text: and that is called originality\n  start_ms: 693910\n  end_ms: 696630\n- text: because my rhymes are on from what you heard\n  start_ms: 696630\n  end_ms: 698410\n- text: I didn't even bite and not a goddamn word\n  start_ms: 698410\n  end_ms: 702070\n- text: and I say a little more later on tonight\n  start_ms: 702070\n  end_ms: 703890\n- text: so the sucker MC's can bite all night\n  start_ms: 703890\n  end_ms: 704790\n- text: a-tick a-tock y'all a-beat beat y'all\n  start_ms: 704790\n  end_ms: 706590\n- text: a-let's rock y'all ya don't stop\n  start_ms: 706590\n  end_ms: 709320\n- text: You go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today (say what)\n  start_ms: 709320\n  end_ms: 713830\n- text: You say I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'\n  start_ms: 713830\n  end_ms: 715680\n- text: Drive off in a def O.J.\n  start_ms: 715680\n  end_ms: 717450\n- text: Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  start_ms: 717450\n  end_ms: 721040\n- text: You say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friends\n  start_ms: 721040\n  end_ms: 725600\n- text: a-like that y'all, to the beat y'all\n  start_ms: 725600\n  end_ms: 728390\n- text: Beat-beat y'all, you don't stop\n  start_ms: 728390\n  end_ms: 731020\n- text: a-Master Gee, am I mellow?\n  start_ms: 731020\n  end_ms: 732880\n- text: It's on you so whatcha gonna do?\n  start_ms: 732880\n  end_ms: 734650\n- text: Well, like Johnny Carson on The Late Show\n  start_ms: 734650\n  end_ms: 737320\n- text: a-like Frankie Crocker in stereo\n  start_ms: 737320\n  end_ms: 739110\n- text: Well, like The Bar-Kays singin' Holy Ghost\n  start_ms: 739110\n  end_ms: 741820\n- text: The sounds to throw down, they're played the most\n  start_ms: 741820\n  end_ms: 743690\n- text: It's like my man, Captain Sky\n  start_ms: 743690\n  end_ms: 746370\n- text: whose name he earned with his super sperm\n  start_ms: 746370\n  end_ms: 748150\n- text: we rock and we don't stop\n  start_ms: 748150\n  end_ms: 751740\n- text: get off y'all, I'm here to give you whatcha got\n  start_ms: 751740\n  end_ms: 755310\n- text: to the beat that it makes you freak\n  start_ms: 755310\n  end_ms: 758050\n- text: and come alive girl, get on your feet\n  start_ms: 758050\n  end_ms: 758900\n- text: a-like a Perry Mason without a case\n  start_ms: 758900\n  end_ms: 759880\n- text: Like Farrah Fawcett without her face\n  start_ms: 759880\n  end_ms: 760860\n- text: Like The Bar-Kays on the mic\n  start_ms: 760860\n  end_ms: 762680\n- text: Like gettin' right down for you tonight\n  start_ms: 762680\n  end_ms: 765340\n- text: Like movin' your body so ya don't know how\n  start_ms: 765340\n  end_ms: 767180\n- text: right to the rhythm and throw down\n  start_ms: 767180\n  end_ms: 769820\n- text: Like comin' alive to the Master Gee\n  start_ms: 769820\n  end_ms: 771650\n- text: The brother who rocks so viciously\n  start_ms: 771650\n  end_ms: 773460\n- text: i said the age of one my life begun\n  start_ms: 773460\n  end_ms: 776110\n- text: at the age of two i was doin' the do\n  start_ms: 776110\n  end_ms: 777950\n- text: at the age of three it was you and me\n  start_ms: 777950\n  end_ms: 779850\n- text: rockin' to the sounds of the Master Gee\n  start_ms: 779850\n  end_ms: 782530\n- text: at the age of four i was on the floor\n  start_ms: 782530\n  end_ms: 784380\n- text: givin' all the freaks what they bargained for\n  start_ms: 784380\n  end_ms: 787040\n- text: at the age of five i didn't take no jive\n  start_ms: 787040\n  end_ms: 788890\n- text: with the Master Gee, its all the way live\n  start_ms: 788890\n  end_ms: 791520\n- text: at the age of six i was a pickin' up sticks\n  start_ms: 791520\n  end_ms: 793940\n- text: rappin' to the beat my stick was fixed\n  start_ms: 793940\n  end_ms: 795780\n- text: at the age of seven i was rockin' in heaven\n  start_ms: 795780\n  end_ms: 797550\n- text: don'tcha know i went off\n  start_ms: 797550\n  end_ms: 799330\n- text: i got right on down to the beat you see\n  start_ms: 799330\n  end_ms: 802030\n- text: gettin' right on down makin' all the girls\n  start_ms: 802030\n  end_ms: 803980\n- text: just take of their clothes to the beat the beat\n  start_ms: 803980\n  end_ms: 806650\n- text: to the double beat beat that makes you freak\n  start_ms: 806650\n  end_ms: 808450\n- text: at the age of eight i was really great\n  start_ms: 808450\n  end_ms: 810270\n- text: cause every night you see i had a date\n  start_ms: 810270\n  end_ms: 812920\n- text: at the age of nine i was right on time\n  start_ms: 812920\n  end_ms: 814710\n- text: cause every night i had a party rhyme\n  start_ms: 814710\n  end_ms: 817410\n- text: goin' on n n on n on on n on\n  start_ms: 817410\n  end_ms: 819240\n- text: the beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  start_ms: 819240\n  end_ms: 821960\n- text: a sayin' on n n on n on on n on...\n  start_ms: 821960\n  end_ms: 823720\n- text: like a hot buttered de pop de pop de pop\n  start_ms: 823720\n  end_ms: 825520\n- text: a saying on n n on n on on n on\n  start_ms: 825520\n  end_ms: 829130\n- text: cause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\n  start_ms: 829130\n  end_ms: 832810\n- text: i am the definite feast delight\n  start_ms: 832810\n  end_ms: 834670\n- text: cause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\n  start_ms: 834670\n  end_ms: 836420\n- text: i am the definite feast delight\n  start_ms: 836420\n  end_ms: 839130\n- text: Call me the Master Gee you see\n  start_ms: 839130\n  end_ms: 841030\n- text: the brother who rocks so viciously\n  start_ms: 841030\n  end_ms: 843780\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 843780\nplain: |-\n  I said a hip, hop, a hippie to the hippie\n  to the hip hip hop, you don't stop\n  the rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumps the boogie\n  to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n\n  Now what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin' to the beat\n  And me, the groove, and my friends, are gonna try to move your feet\n  You see, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\n  to the black, to the white, the red, and the brown, the purple and yellow\n  But first, I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\n  Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\n  Let's rock, you don't stop\n  Rock the rhythm that will make your body rock\n\n  Well, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\n  And next on the mic is my man Hank\n  Come on, Hank, sing that song\n\n  Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN-the-O-V-A\n  and the rest is F-L-Y\n  You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\n  and these reasons I'll tell ya why\n  You see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun\n  and I dress to a 'T'\n  You see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali\n  and I dress so viciously\n\n  I got bodyguards, I got two big cars\n  that definitely ain't the whack\n  I got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac\n  So after school, I take a dip in the pool, which really is on the wall\n  I got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\n  Hear me talkin' 'bout checkbooks, credit cards\n  More money than a sucker could ever spend\n  But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the rucker\n  Not a dime 'til I made it again\n\n  Everybody go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? (say what?)\n  Ya say I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin'\n  Drive off in a def O.J.\n  Everybody go, hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  Say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\n  Master Gee, am I mellow?\n  It's on you, so what you gonna do?\n\n  Well it's on an' on an' on on an' on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E\n  I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Master Gee\n  Well, my name is known all over the world by all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\n  I'm goin' down in history as the baddest rapper there ever could be\n\n  Now I'm feelin' the highs and you're feelin' the lows\n  The beat starts gettin' into your toes\n  ya start poppin' ya fingers and stompin' your feet\n  and movin' your body while you're sittin' in your seat\n  And then damn, you start doin' the freak\n  I said damn, right outta your seat\n  then ya throw your hands high in the air\n  ya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere\n  ya rockin' to the beat without a care\n  with the sureshot MCs for the affair\n\n  Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\n  but I rap to the beat just the same\n  I got a little face and a pair of brown eyes\n  all I'm here to do ladies is hypnotize\n  singin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\n  the beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  singin' on n n on n on on n on\n  like a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie\n  pop da pop pop ya don't dare stop\n  come alive y'all, gimme what ya got\n\n  I guess by now you can take a hunch\n  and find that I am the baby of the bunch\n  But that's okay, I still keep in stride\n  'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\n  Singin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  Singin' on an' an' on an' on on an' on\n  Rock, rock y'all, throw it on the floor\n\n  I'm gonna freak ya here, I'm gonna freak ya there\n  I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n  'Cause I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\n  I'll put t-t-tickets in your behind\n  I said 1-2-3-4, come on girls, get on the floor\n  a-come alive y'all, a-gimme what ya got\n  'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock\n  I said 1-2-3-4, tell me Wonder Mike what are you waitin' for?\n\n  I said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n  the hip hip hop, a you don't stop\n  the rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie\n  to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n  skiddlee beebop we rock a Scoobie-Doo\n  And guess what America we love you\n  cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\n  you could rock till you're a hundred and one years old\n  I don't mean to brag i don't mean to boast\n  but we like hot butter on our breakfast toast\n  rock it up baby bubba\n  baby bubba to the boogie da bang bang da boogie\n  to the beat beat, its so unique\n  come on everybody and dance to the beat\n\n  I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie\n  to the hip hip hop, a-you don't stop\n  rock it out, pretty bubba to the boogity bang, bang,\n  the boogie to the boogity beat\n\n  I said I cant wait 'til the end of the week\n  when I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\n  and attempt to raise your body heat\n  Just blow your mind so that you can't speak\n  And do a thing but a-rock and shuffle your feet\n  And let it change up to a dance called the freak\n  And when you finally do come in to your rhythmic beat\n  rest a little while so ya don't get weak\n  I know a man named Hank\n  He has more rhymes than a serious bank\n  So come on, Hank sing that song\n  to the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong\n\n  Well, I'm imp, the dimp, the ladies pimp\n  The women fight for my delight\n  But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\n  that shock the house for the young ladies\n  And when you come inside, into the front\n  you do the freak, spank, and do the bump\n  and when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n\n  We're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\n  a-from sun to sun and from day to day\n  I sit down and write a brand new rhyme\n  because they say that miracles never cease\n  I've created a devastating masterpiece\n  I'm gonna rock the mic 'til you cant resist\n  Everybody, I say it goes like this\n  Well, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\n  A reporter stopped me for a interview\n  She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\n  that I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\n  This young reporter I did adore\n  So I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\n  she said damn fly guy, I'm in love with you\n  the Casanova legend must have been true\n  I said by the way, baby what's your name?\n  said I go by the name of Lois Lane\n  and you could be my boyfriend you surely can\n  just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\n  i said he's a fairy, i do suppose\n  flyin' through the air in pantyhose\n  he may be very sexy or even cute\n  but he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\n  i said you need a man who's got finesse\n  and his whole name across his chest\n  he may be able to fly all through the night\n  but can he rock a party 'til the early light\n  he can satisfy you with his little worm\n  but I can bust you out with my super sperm\n  I go do it, I go do it, I go do it, do it, do it\n  an' I'm here an' I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\n  Just throw your hands up in the air\n  and party hardy like you just don't care\n  Let's do it don't stop y'all a tick a tock y'all you don't stop\n  go hotel motel what you gonna do today(say what)\n  I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spank drive off in a def O.J.\n  everybody go hotel, motel, holiday inn\n  you say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\n  I say skip, dive, what can i say\n  I can't fit em all inside my O.J.\n  so I just take half and bust them out\n  I give the rest to Master Gee so he could shock the house\n\n  It was twelve o'clock, one Friday night\n  I was rockin' to the beat and feelin' all right\n  Everybody was dancin' on the floor\n  Doin' all the things they never did before\n  And then this fly fly girl with a sexy lean\n  She came into the bar, she came into the scene\n  As she traveled deeper inside the room\n  All the fellas checked out her white Sassoons\n  She came up to the table, looked into my eyes\n  Then she turned around and shook her behind\n  So I said to myself, it's time for me to release\n  my vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece\n  and now people in the house this is just for you\n  A little rap to make you boogaloo\n  now the group you hear is called phase two\n  and let me tell you somethin' we're a hell of a crew\n  Once a week we're on the street\n  just a-cuttin' the jams and making it free\n  For you to party, you got to have the movies\n  So we'll get right down and give you the groove\n  For you to dance, you gotta get hype\n  So we'll get right down for you tonight\n  Now the system's on and the girls are there\n  You definitely have a rockin' affair\n  But let me tell ya somethin' there's still one fact\n  That to have a party, you got to have a rap\n  So when the party's over you're makin' it home\n  and tryin' to sleep before the break of dawn\n  and while ya sleepin' ya start to dream\n  and thinkin' how ya danced on the disco scene\n  My name appears in your mind\n  Yeah, a name you know that was right on time\n  It was phase two, just a doin' a do\n  Rockin' you down cause you know we could\n  to the rhythm of the beat that makes you freak\n  come alive girls, get on your feet\n  To the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat\n  To the double beat beat that it makes you freak\n  To the rhythm of the beat that says you go on\n  on an' on into the break of dawn\n  Now, I got a man comin' on right now\n  He's guaranteed to throw down\n  He goes by the name of Wonder Mike\n  come on Wonder Mike, do what you like\n\n  Like a can of beer that's sweeter than honey\n  Like a millionaire that has no money\n  Like a rainy day that is not wet\n  Like a gamblin' fiend that does not bet\n  Like Dracula with out his fangs\n  Like the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang\n  Like collard greens that don't taste good\n  Like a tree that's not made out of wood\n  Like goin' up and not comin' down\n  is just like the beat without the sound no sound\n  to the beat beat, you do the freak\n  everybody just rock and dance to the beat\n  have you ever went over a friend's house to eat\n  and the food just ain't no good?\n  I mean the macaroni's soggy the peas are mushed\n  and the chicken tastes like wood\n  so you try to play it off like you think you can\n  by sayin' that you're full\n  and then your friend says momma he's just being polite\n  he ain't finished uh uh that's bull\n  so your heart starts pumpin' and you think of a lie\n  and you say that you already ate\n  and your friend says \"man, there's plenty of food\"\n  so he piles some more on your plate\n  while the stinky food's steamin'\n  your mind starts to dreamin'\n  of the moment it's time to leave\n  and then you look at your plate\n  and your chicken's slowly rottin'\n  into something that looks like cheese\n  oh so you say that's it, i got to leave this place\n  I don't care what these people think\n  I'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous\n  with this ugly food that stinks\n  so you bust out the door while it's still closed\n  still sick from the food you ate\n  and then you run to the store for quick relief\n  from a bottle of Kaopectate\n  and then you call your friend two weeks later\n  to see how he has been\n  and he says \"I understand about the food\n  baby bubba but we're still friends\"\n  with a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n  the hip hip a hop a you don't stop the rockin\n  to the bang bang boogie\n  say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n  I say Hank? can ya rock?\n  Can you rock to the rhythm that just don't stop?\n  Can you hip me to the shoobie doo?\n  I said come on make the make the people move\n\n  I go to the halls and then ring the bell\n  because I am the man with the clientele\n  And if you ask me why I rock so well\n  I'm Big Bank, I got clientele\n  and from the time I was only six years old\n  I never forgot what I was told\n  It was the best advice that I ever had\n  It came from my wise, dear old dad\n  He said Sit down punk, I wanna talk to you\n  and don't say a word until I'm through\n  Now, there's a time to laugh a time to cry\n  A time to live and a time to die\n  A time to break and a time to chill\n  To act civilized or act real ill\n  But whatever you do in your lifetime\n  You never let a MC steal your rhyme\n  So from sixty six 'til this very day\n  I'll always remember what he had to say\n  So when the sucker MCs try to chump my style\n  I let them know that I'm versatile\n  I got style, finesse and a little black book\n  That's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look\n  But there's a thing that separates you from me\n  and that is called originality\n  because my rhymes are on from what you heard\n  I didn't even bite and not a goddamn word\n  and I say a little more later on tonight\n  so the sucker MC's can bite all night\n  a-tick a-tock y'all a-beat beat y'all\n  a-let's rock y'all ya don't stop\n  You go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today (say what)\n  You say I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'\n  Drive off in a def O.J.\n  Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  You say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friends\n  a-like that y'all, to the beat y'all\n  Beat-beat y'all, you don't stop\n  a-Master Gee, am I mellow?\n  It's on you so whatcha gonna do?\n\n  Well, like Johnny Carson on The Late Show\n  a-like Frankie Crocker in stereo\n  Well, like The Bar-Kays singin' Holy Ghost\n  The sounds to throw down, they're played the most\n\n  It's like my man, Captain Sky\n  whose name he earned with his super sperm\n  we rock and we don't stop\n  get off y'all, I'm here to give you whatcha got\n  to the beat that it makes you freak\n  and come alive girl, get on your feet\n  a-like a Perry Mason without a case\n  Like Farrah Fawcett without her face\n\n  Like The Bar-Kays on the mic\n  Like gettin' right down for you tonight\n  Like movin' your body so ya don't know how\n  right to the rhythm and throw down\n\n  Like comin' alive to the Master Gee\n  The brother who rocks so viciously\n  i said the age of one my life begun\n  at the age of two i was doin' the do\n  at the age of three it was you and me\n  rockin' to the sounds of the Master Gee\n  at the age of four i was on the floor\n  givin' all the freaks what they bargained for\n  at the age of five i didn't take no jive\n  with the Master Gee, its all the way live\n  at the age of six i was a pickin' up sticks\n  rappin' to the beat my stick was fixed\n  at the age of seven i was rockin' in heaven\n  don'tcha know i went off\n  i got right on down to the beat you see\n  gettin' right on down makin' all the girls\n  just take of their clothes to the beat the beat\n  to the double beat beat that makes you freak\n  at the age of eight i was really great\n  cause every night you see i had a date\n  at the age of nine i was right on time\n  cause every night i had a party rhyme\n  goin' on n n on n on on n on\n  the beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  a sayin' on n n on n on on n on...\n  like a hot buttered de pop de pop de pop\n  a saying on n n on n on on n on\n  cause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\n  i am the definite feast delight\n  cause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\n  i am the definite feast delight\n  Call me the Master Gee you see\n  the brother who rocks so viciously\n"},{"id":17767052,"name":"Rapper’s Delight (long version)","trackName":"Rapper’s Delight (long version)","artistName":"The Sugarhill Gang","albumName":"Sugarhill Gang","duration":873.7712,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I said a hip, hop, a hippie to the hippie\nto the hip hip hop, you don't stop\nthe rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumps the boogie\nto the rhythm of the boogity beat\n\nNow what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin' to the beat\nAnd me, the groove, and my friends, are gonna try to move your feet\nYou see, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\nto the black, to the white, the red, and the brown, the purple and yellow\nBut first, I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\nSay up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\nLet's rock, you don't stop\nRock the rhythm that will make your body rock\n\nWell, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\nAnd next on the mic is my man Hank\nCome on, Hank, sing that song\n\nCheck it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN-the-O-V-A\nand the rest is F-L-Y\nYou see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\nand these reasons I'll tell ya why\nYou see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun\nand I dress to a 'T'\nYou see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali\nand I dress so viciously\n\nI got bodyguards, I got two big cars\nthat definitely ain't the whack\nI got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac\nSo after school, I take a dip in the pool, which really is on the wall\nI got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\nHear me talkin' 'bout checkbooks, credit cards\nMore money than a sucker could ever spend\nBut I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the rucker\nNot a dime 'til I made it again\n\nEverybody go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? (say what?)\nYa say I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin'\nDrive off in a def O.J.\nEverybody go, hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\nSay if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\nMaster Gee, am I mellow?\nIt's on you, so what you gonna do?\n\nWell it's on an' on an' on on an' on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nI said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E\nI said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Master Gee\nWell, my name is known all over the world by all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\nI'm goin' down in history as the baddest rapper there ever could be\n\nNow I'm feelin' the highs and you're feelin' the lows\nThe beat starts gettin' into your toes\nya start poppin' ya fingers and stompin' your feet\nand movin' your body while you're sittin' in your seat\nAnd then damn, you start doin' the freak\nI said damn, right outta your seat\nthen ya throw your hands high in the air\nya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere\nya rockin' to the beat without a care\nwith the sureshot MCs for the affair\n\nNow, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\nbut I rap to the beat just the same\nI got a little face and a pair of brown eyes\nall I'm here to do ladies is hypnotize\nsingin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\nthe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nsingin' on n n on n on on n on\nlike a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie\npop da pop pop ya don't dare stop\ncome alive y'all, gimme what ya got\n\nI guess by now you can take a hunch\nand find that I am the baby of the bunch\nBut that's okay, I still keep in stride\n'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\nSingin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nSingin' on an' an' on an' on on an' on\nRock, rock y'all, throw it on the floor\n\nI'm gonna freak ya here, I'm gonna freak ya there\nI'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n'Cause I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\nI'll put t-t-tickets in your behind\nI said 1-2-3-4, come on girls, get on the floor\na-come alive y'all, a-gimme what ya got\n'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock\nI said 1-2-3-4, tell me Wonder Mike what are you waitin' for?\n\nI said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\nthe hip hip hop, a you don't stop\nthe rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie\nto the rhythm of the boogity beat\nskiddlee beebop we rock a Scoobie-Doo\nAnd guess what America we love you\ncause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\nyou could rock till you're a hundred and one years old\nI don't mean to brag i don't mean to boast\nbut we like hot butter on our breakfast toast\nrock it up baby bubba\nbaby bubba to the boogie da bang bang da boogie\nto the beat beat, its so unique\ncome on everybody and dance to the beat\n\nI said a hip hop the hippie the hippie\nto the hip hip hop, a-you don't stop\nrock it out, pretty bubba to the boogity bang, bang,\nthe boogie to the boogity beat\n\nI said I cant wait 'til the end of the week\nwhen I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\nand attempt to raise your body heat\nJust blow your mind so that you can't speak\nAnd do a thing but a-rock and shuffle your feet\nAnd let it change up to a dance called the freak\nAnd when you finally do come in to your rhythmic beat\nrest a little while so ya don't get weak\nI know a man named Hank\nHe has more rhymes than a serious bank\nSo come on, Hank sing that song\nto the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong\n\nWell, I'm imp, the dimp, the ladies pimp\nThe women fight for my delight\nBut I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\nthat shock the house for the young ladies\nAnd when you come inside, into the front\nyou do the freak, spank, and do the bump\nand when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n\nWe're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\na-from sun to sun and from day to day\nI sit down and write a brand new rhyme\nbecause they say that miracles never cease\nI've created a devastating masterpiece\nI'm gonna rock the mic 'til you cant resist\nEverybody, I say it goes like this\nWell, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\nA reporter stopped me for a interview\nShe said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\nthat I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\nThis young reporter I did adore\nSo I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\nshe said damn fly guy, I'm in love with you\nthe Casanova legend must have been true\nI said by the way, baby what's your name?\nsaid I go by the name of Lois Lane\nand you could be my boyfriend you surely can\njust let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\ni said he's a fairy, i do suppose\nflyin' through the air in pantyhose\nhe may be very sexy or even cute\nbut he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\ni said you need a man who's got finesse\nand his whole name across his chest\nhe may be able to fly all through the night\nbut can he rock a party 'til the early light\nhe can satisfy you with his little worm\nbut I can bust you out with my super sperm\nI go do it, I go do it, I go do it, do it, do it\nan' I'm here an' I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\nJust throw your hands up in the air\nand party hardy like you just don't care\nLet's do it don't stop y'all a tick a tock y'all you don't stop\ngo hotel motel what you gonna do today(say what)\nI'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spank drive off in a def O.J.\neverybody go hotel, motel, holiday inn\nyou say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\nI say skip, dive, what can i say\nI can't fit em all inside my O.J.\nso I just take half and bust them out\nI give the rest to Master Gee so he could shock the house\n\nIt was twelve o'clock, one Friday night\nI was rockin' to the beat and feelin' all right\nEverybody was dancin' on the floor\nDoin' all the things they never did before\nAnd then this fly fly girl with a sexy lean\nShe came into the bar, she came into the scene\nAs she traveled deeper inside the room\nAll the fellas checked out her white Sassoons\nShe came up to the table, looked into my eyes\nThen she turned around and shook her behind\nSo I said to myself, it's time for me to release\nmy vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece\nand now people in the house this is just for you\nA little rap to make you boogaloo\nnow the group you hear is called phase two\nand let me tell you somethin' we're a hell of a crew\nOnce a week we're on the street\njust a-cuttin' the jams and making it free\nFor you to party, you got to have the movies\nSo we'll get right down and give you the groove\nFor you to dance, you gotta get hype\nSo we'll get right down for you tonight\nNow the system's on and the girls are there\nYou definitely have a rockin' affair\nBut let me tell ya somethin' there's still one fact\nThat to have a party, you got to have a rap\nSo when the party's over you're makin' it home\nand tryin' to sleep before the break of dawn\nand while ya sleepin' ya start to dream\nand thinkin' how ya danced on the disco scene\nMy name appears in your mind\nYeah, a name you know that was right on time\nIt was phase two, just a doin' a do\nRockin' you down cause you know we could\nto the rhythm of the beat that makes you freak\ncome alive girls, get on your feet\nTo the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat\nTo the double beat beat that it makes you freak\nTo the rhythm of the beat that says you go on\non an' on into the break of dawn\nNow, I got a man comin' on right now\nHe's guaranteed to throw down\nHe goes by the name of Wonder Mike\ncome on Wonder Mike, do what you like\n\nLike a can of beer that's sweeter than honey\nLike a millionaire that has no money\nLike a rainy day that is not wet\nLike a gamblin' fiend that does not bet\nLike Dracula with out his fangs\nLike the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang\nLike collard greens that don't taste good\nLike a tree that's not made out of wood\nLike goin' up and not comin' down\nis just like the beat without the sound no sound\nto the beat beat, you do the freak\neverybody just rock and dance to the beat\nhave you ever went over a friend's house to eat\nand the food just ain't no good?\nI mean the macaroni's soggy the peas are mushed\nand the chicken tastes like wood\nso you try to play it off like you think you can\nby sayin' that you're full\nand then your friend says momma he's just being polite\nhe ain't finished uh uh that's bull\nso your heart starts pumpin' and you think of a lie\nand you say that you already ate\nand your friend says \"man, there's plenty of food\"\nso he piles some more on your plate\nwhile the stinky food's steamin'\nyour mind starts to dreamin'\nof the moment it's time to leave\nand then you look at your plate\nand your chicken's slowly rottin'\ninto something that looks like cheese\noh so you say that's it, i got to leave this place\nI don't care what these people think\nI'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous\nwith this ugly food that stinks\nso you bust out the door while it's still closed\nstill sick from the food you ate\nand then you run to the store for quick relief\nfrom a bottle of Kaopectate\nand then you call your friend two weeks later\nto see how he has been\nand he says \"I understand about the food\nbaby bubba but we're still friends\"\nwith a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\nthe hip hip a hop a you don't stop the rockin\nto the bang bang boogie\nsay up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogity beat\nI say Hank? can ya rock?\nCan you rock to the rhythm that just don't stop?\nCan you hip me to the shoobie doo?\nI said come on make the make the people move\n\nI go to the halls and then ring the bell\nbecause I am the man with the clientele\nAnd if you ask me why I rock so well\nI'm Big Bank, I got clientele\nand from the time I was only six years old\nI never forgot what I was told\nIt was the best advice that I ever had\nIt came from my wise, dear old dad\nHe said Sit down punk, I wanna talk to you\nand don't say a word until I'm through\nNow, there's a time to laugh a time to cry\nA time to live and a time to die\nA time to break and a time to chill\nTo act civilized or act real ill\nBut whatever you do in your lifetime\nYou never let a MC steal your rhyme\nSo from sixty six 'til this very day\nI'll always remember what he had to say\nSo when the sucker MCs try to chump my style\nI let them know that I'm versatile\nI got style, finesse and a little black book\nThat's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look\nBut there's a thing that separates you from me\nand that is called originality\nbecause my rhymes are on from what you heard\nI didn't even bite and not a goddamn word\nand I say a little more later on tonight\nso the sucker MC's can bite all night\na-tick a-tock y'all a-beat beat y'all\na-let's rock y'all ya don't stop\nYou go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today (say what)\nYou say I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'\nDrive off in a def O.J.\nEverybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\nYou say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friends\na-like that y'all, to the beat y'all\nBeat-beat y'all, you don't stop\na-Master Gee, am I mellow?\nIt's on you so whatcha gonna do?\n\nWell, like Johnny Carson on The Late Show\na-like Frankie Crocker in stereo\nWell, like The Bar-Kays singin' Holy Ghost\nThe sounds to throw down, they're played the most\n\nIt's like my man, Captain Sky\nwhose name he earned with his super sperm\nwe rock and we don't stop\nget off y'all, I'm here to give you whatcha got\nto the beat that it makes you freak\nand come alive girl, get on your feet\na-like a Perry Mason without a case\nLike Farrah Fawcett without her face\n\nLike The Bar-Kays on the mic\nLike gettin' right down for you tonight\nLike movin' your body so ya don't know how\nright to the rhythm and throw down\n\nLike comin' alive to the Master Gee\nThe brother who rocks so viciously\ni said the age of one my life begun\nat the age of two i was doin' the do\nat the age of three it was you and me\nrockin' to the sounds of the Master Gee\nat the age of four i was on the floor\ngivin' all the freaks what they bargained for\nat the age of five i didn't take no jive\nwith the Master Gee, its all the way live\nat the age of six i was a pickin' up sticks\nrappin' to the beat my stick was fixed\nat the age of seven i was rockin' in heaven\ndon'tcha know i went off\ni got right on down to the beat you see\ngettin' right on down makin' all the girls\njust take of their clothes to the beat the beat\nto the double beat beat that makes you freak\nat the age of eight i was really great\ncause every night you see i had a date\nat the age of nine i was right on time\ncause every night i had a party rhyme\ngoin' on n n on n on on n on\nthe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\na sayin' on n n on n on on n on...\nlike a hot buttered de pop de pop de pop\na saying on n n on n on on n on\ncause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\ni am the definite feast delight\ncause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\ni am the definite feast delight\nCall me the Master Gee you see\nthe brother who rocks so viciously","syncedLyrics":"[00:36.12] I said a hip, hop, a hippie to the hippie\n[00:37.94] to the hip hip hop, you don't stop\n[00:39.90] the rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumps the boogie\n[00:42.68] to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n[00:44.47] Now what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin' to the beat\n[00:49.02] And me, the groove, and my friends, are gonna try to move your feet\n[00:52.63] You see, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\n[00:57.32] to the black, to the white, the red, and the brown, the purple and yellow\n[01:00.91] But first, I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\n[01:04.69] Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\n[01:06.42] Let's rock, you don't stop\n[01:08.33] Rock the rhythm that will make your body rock\n[01:11.08] Well, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\n[01:14.75] And next on the mic is my man Hank\n[01:17.52] Come on, Hank, sing that song\n[01:18.42] Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN-the-O-V-A\n[01:21.18] and the rest is F-L-Y\n[01:23.19] You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\n[01:26.00] and these reasons I'll tell ya why\n[01:27.83] You see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun\n[01:30.56] and I dress to a 'T'\n[01:32.36] You see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali\n[01:34.29] and I dress so viciously\n[01:36.12] I got bodyguards, I got two big cars\n[01:38.98] that definitely ain't the whack\n[01:40.88] I got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac\n[01:44.46] So after school, I take a dip in the pool, which really is on the wall\n[01:49.13] I got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\n[01:53.73] Hear me talkin' 'bout checkbooks, credit cards\n[01:55.54] More money than a sucker could ever spend\n[01:58.27] But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the rucker\n[02:01.05] Not a dime 'til I made it again\n[02:01.99] Everybody go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? (say what?)\n[02:07.48] Ya say I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin'\n[02:09.23] Drive off in a def O.J.\n[02:11.16] Everybody go, hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n[02:14.70] Say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\n[02:19.57] Master Gee, am I mellow?\n[02:22.28] It's on you, so what you gonna do?\n[02:24.01] Well it's on an' on an' on on an' on\n[02:26.97] The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n[02:28.70] I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E\n[02:32.36] I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Master Gee\n[02:36.14] Well, my name is known all over the world by all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\n[02:41.65] I'm goin' down in history as the baddest rapper there ever could be\n[02:46.27] Now I'm feelin' the highs and you're feelin' the lows\n[02:48.07] The beat starts gettin' into your toes\n[02:49.84] ya start poppin' ya fingers and stompin' your feet\n[02:52.57] and movin' your body while you're sittin' in your seat\n[02:54.37] And then damn, you start doin' the freak\n[02:57.18] I said damn, right outta your seat\n[02:58.93] then ya throw your hands high in the air\n[03:00.83] ya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere\n[03:02.68] ya rockin' to the beat without a care\n[03:05.56] with the sureshot MCs for the affair\n[03:07.32] Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\n[03:09.17] but I rap to the beat just the same\n[03:11.82] I got a little face and a pair of brown eyes\n[03:13.66] all I'm here to do ladies is hypnotize\n[03:15.50] singin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\n[03:18.47] the beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n[03:20.33] singin' on n n on n on on n on\n[03:23.06] like a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie\n[03:24.86] pop da pop pop ya don't dare stop\n[03:26.71] come alive y'all, gimme what ya got\n[03:28.59] I guess by now you can take a hunch\n[03:31.43] and find that I am the baby of the bunch\n[03:33.22] But that's okay, I still keep in stride\n[03:35.07] 'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\n[03:37.82] Singin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\n[03:39.63] The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n[03:41.44] Singin' on an' an' on an' on on an' on\n[03:44.33] Rock, rock y'all, throw it on the floor\n[03:46.19] I'm gonna freak ya here, I'm gonna freak ya there\n[03:47.99] I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n[03:50.89] 'Cause I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\n[03:52.66] I'll put t-t-tickets in your behind\n[03:54.46] I said 1-2-3-4, come on girls, get on the floor\n[03:59.13] a-come alive y'all, a-gimme what ya got\n[04:01.04] 'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock\n[04:03.74] I said 1-2-3-4, tell me Wonder Mike what are you waitin' for?\n[04:08.22] I said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n[04:10.07] the hip hip hop, a you don't stop\n[04:11.98] the rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie\n[04:14.70] to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n[04:16.54] skiddlee beebop we rock a Scoobie-Doo\n[04:18.30] And guess what America we love you\n[04:21.07] cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\n[04:22.86] you could rock till you're a hundred and one years old\n[04:24.67] I don't mean to brag i don't mean to boast\n[04:27.47] but we like hot butter on our breakfast toast\n[04:29.23] rock it up baby bubba\n[04:32.00] baby bubba to the boogie da bang bang da boogie\n[04:33.83] to the beat beat, its so unique\n[04:35.60] come on everybody and dance to the beat\n[04:39.82] \n[04:56.13] I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie\n[04:57.93] to the hip hip hop, a-you don't stop\n[04:59.84] rock it out, pretty bubba to the boogity bang, bang,\n[05:02.55] the boogie to the boogity beat\n[05:04.32] I said I cant wait 'til the end of the week\n[05:06.27] when I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\n[05:08.98] and attempt to raise your body heat\n[05:10.76] Just blow your mind so that you can't speak\n[05:13.29] And do a thing but a-rock and shuffle your feet\n[05:15.07] And let it change up to a dance called the freak\n[05:17.85] And when you finally do come in to your rhythmic beat\n[05:19.78] rest a little while so ya don't get weak\n[05:21.54] I know a man named Hank\n[05:23.32] He has more rhymes than a serious bank\n[05:26.12] So come on, Hank sing that song\n[05:27.98] to the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong\n[05:29.77] Well, I'm imp, the dimp, the ladies pimp\n[05:31.84] The women fight for my delight\n[05:33.86] But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\n[05:36.75] that shock the house for the young ladies\n[05:38.54] And when you come inside, into the front\n[05:41.20] you do the freak, spank, and do the bump\n[05:43.06] and when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n[05:44.81] We're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\n[05:47.57] a-from sun to sun and from day to day\n[05:49.43] I sit down and write a brand new rhyme\n[05:51.28] because they say that miracles never cease\n[05:54.11] I've created a devastating masterpiece\n[05:55.94] I'm gonna rock the mic 'til you cant resist\n[05:57.82] Everybody, I say it goes like this\n[06:00.51] Well, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\n[06:02.46] A reporter stopped me for a interview\n[06:04.26] She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\n[06:07.15] that I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\n[06:08.91] This young reporter I did adore\n[06:10.77] So I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\n[06:13.62] she said damn fly guy, I'm in love with you\n[06:15.49] the Casanova legend must have been true\n[06:17.23] I said by the way, baby what's your name?\n[06:20.22] said I go by the name of Lois Lane\n[06:22.07] and you could be my boyfriend you surely can\n[06:23.89] just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\n[06:25.70] i said he's a fairy, i do suppose\n[06:28.61] flyin' through the air in pantyhose\n[06:30.42] he may be very sexy or even cute\n[06:33.12] but he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\n[06:34.90] i said you need a man who's got finesse\n[06:36.89] and his whole name across his chest\n[06:39.66] he may be able to fly all through the night\n[06:41.46] but can he rock a party 'til the early light\n[06:43.34] he can satisfy you with his little worm\n[06:46.11] but I can bust you out with my super sperm\n[06:47.97] I go do it, I go do it, I go do it, do it, do it\n[06:51.61] an' I'm here an' I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\n[06:56.22] Just throw your hands up in the air\n[06:58.94] and party hardy like you just don't care\n[07:00.74] Let's do it don't stop y'all a tick a tock y'all you don't stop\n[07:05.31] go hotel motel what you gonna do today(say what)\n[07:09.85] I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spank drive off in a def O.J.\n[07:13.48] everybody go hotel, motel, holiday inn\n[07:17.93] you say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\n[07:21.66] I say skip, dive, what can i say\n[07:24.45] I can't fit em all inside my O.J.\n[07:27.19] so I just take half and bust them out\n[07:28.92] I give the rest to Master Gee so he could shock the house\n[07:30.86] It was twelve o'clock, one Friday night\n[07:32.77] I was rockin' to the beat and feelin' all right\n[07:35.45] Everybody was dancin' on the floor\n[07:37.46] Doin' all the things they never did before\n[07:39.30] And then this fly fly girl with a sexy lean\n[07:42.17] She came into the bar, she came into the scene\n[07:43.93] As she traveled deeper inside the room\n[07:45.80] All the fellas checked out her white Sassoons\n[07:47.77] She came up to the table, looked into my eyes\n[07:50.75] Then she turned around and shook her behind\n[07:52.52] So I said to myself, it's time for me to release\n[07:55.30] my vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece\n[07:56.25] and now people in the house this is just for you\n[07:59.11] A little rap to make you boogaloo\n[08:00.97] now the group you hear is called phase two\n[08:04.71] and let me tell you somethin' we're a hell of a crew\n[08:06.66] Once a week we're on the street\n[08:07.58] just a-cuttin' the jams and making it free\n[08:09.39] For you to party, you got to have the movies\n[08:12.37] So we'll get right down and give you the groove\n[08:14.10] For you to dance, you gotta get hype\n[08:16.23] So we'll get right down for you tonight\n[08:19.01] Now the system's on and the girls are there\n[08:20.81] You definitely have a rockin' affair\n[08:23.58] But let me tell ya somethin' there's still one fact\n[08:25.30] That to have a party, you got to have a rap\n[08:27.15] So when the party's over you're makin' it home\n[08:28.95] and tryin' to sleep before the break of dawn\n[08:31.85] and while ya sleepin' ya start to dream\n[08:33.66] and thinkin' how ya danced on the disco scene\n[08:36.48] My name appears in your mind\n[08:38.23] Yeah, a name you know that was right on time\n[08:40.12] It was phase two, just a doin' a do\n[08:41.93] Rockin' you down cause you know we could\n[08:44.78] to the rhythm of the beat that makes you freak\n[08:48.33] come alive girls, get on your feet\n[08:50.11] To the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat\n[08:51.12] To the double beat beat that it makes you freak\n[08:52.94] To the rhythm of the beat that says you go on\n[08:55.78] on an' on into the break of dawn\n[08:57.57] Now, I got a man comin' on right now\n[08:59.45] He's guaranteed to throw down\n[09:02.29] He goes by the name of Wonder Mike\n[09:04.03] come on Wonder Mike, do what you like\n[09:05.97] Like a can of beer that's sweeter than honey\n[09:07.76] Like a millionaire that has no money\n[09:11.65] Like a rainy day that is not wet\n[09:12.53] Like a gamblin' fiend that does not bet\n[09:15.25] Like Dracula with out his fangs\n[09:17.05] Like the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang\n[09:18.80] Like collard greens that don't taste good\n[09:20.86] Like a tree that's not made out of wood\n[09:23.68] Like goin' up and not comin' down\n[09:26.41] is just like the beat without the sound no sound\n[09:27.29] to the beat beat, you do the freak\n[09:29.35] everybody just rock and dance to the beat\n[09:32.21] have you ever went over a friend's house to eat\n[09:34.03] and the food just ain't no good?\n[09:36.82] I mean the macaroni's soggy the peas are mushed\n[09:38.67] and the chicken tastes like wood\n[09:41.39] so you try to play it off like you think you can\n[09:43.19] by sayin' that you're full\n[09:44.99] and then your friend says momma he's just being polite\n[09:47.63] he ain't finished uh uh that's bull\n[09:48.53] so your heart starts pumpin' and you think of a lie\n[09:51.38] and you say that you already ate\n[09:53.25] and your friend says \"man, there's plenty of food\"\n[09:55.34] so he piles some more on your plate\n[09:57.20] while the stinky food's steamin'\n[09:59.19] your mind starts to dreamin'\n[10:00.02] of the moment it's time to leave\n[10:02.08] and then you look at your plate\n[10:02.95] and your chicken's slowly rottin'\n[10:04.83] into something that looks like cheese\n[10:05.71] oh so you say that's it, i got to leave this place\n[10:08.63] I don't care what these people think\n[10:10.49] I'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous\n[10:13.47] with this ugly food that stinks\n[10:17.15] so you bust out the door while it's still closed\n[10:18.04] still sick from the food you ate\n[10:18.91] and then you run to the store for quick relief\n[10:21.65] from a bottle of Kaopectate\n[10:23.50] and then you call your friend two weeks later\n[10:26.28] to see how he has been\n[10:28.06] and he says \"I understand about the food\n[10:29.88] baby bubba but we're still friends\"\n[10:31.74] with a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n[10:34.58] the hip hip a hop a you don't stop the rockin\n[10:36.42] to the bang bang boogie\n[10:37.46] say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n[10:40.26] I say Hank? can ya rock?\n[10:42.91] Can you rock to the rhythm that just don't stop?\n[10:44.75] Can you hip me to the shoobie doo?\n[10:47.55] I said come on make the make the people move\n[10:49.43] I go to the halls and then ring the bell\n[10:51.28] because I am the man with the clientele\n[10:53.94] And if you ask me why I rock so well\n[10:55.79] I'm Big Bank, I got clientele\n[10:58.62] and from the time I was only six years old\n[11:00.44] I never forgot what I was told\n[11:03.28] It was the best advice that I ever had\n[11:05.95] It came from my wise, dear old dad\n[11:06.83] He said Sit down punk, I wanna talk to you\n[11:08.63] and don't say a word until I'm through\n[11:11.38] Now, there's a time to laugh a time to cry\n[11:13.15] A time to live and a time to die\n[11:15.95] A time to break and a time to chill\n[11:17.77] To act civilized or act real ill\n[11:19.52] But whatever you do in your lifetime\n[11:21.41] You never let a MC steal your rhyme\n[11:26.01] So from sixty six 'til this very day\n[11:26.94] I'll always remember what he had to say\n[11:27.96] So when the sucker MCs try to chump my style\n[11:30.72] I let them know that I'm versatile\n[11:32.62] I got style, finesse and a little black book\n[11:35.33] That's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look\n[11:36.21] But there's a thing that separates you from me\n[11:39.27] and that is called originality\n[11:41.22] because my rhymes are on from what you heard\n[11:44.03] I didn't even bite and not a goddamn word\n[11:45.03] and I say a little more later on tonight\n[11:47.88] so the sucker MC's can bite all night\n[11:49.65] a-tick a-tock y'all a-beat beat y'all\n[11:51.59] a-let's rock y'all ya don't stop\n[11:54.34] You go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today (say what)\n[11:58.99] You say I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'\n[12:00.77] Drive off in a def O.J.\n[12:02.58] Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n[12:06.18] You say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friends\n[12:11.70] a-like that y'all, to the beat y'all\n[12:13.53] Beat-beat y'all, you don't stop\n[12:15.37] a-Master Gee, am I mellow?\n[12:19.96] It's on you so whatcha gonna do?\n[12:20.86] Well, like Johnny Carson on The Late Show\n[12:21.81] a-like Frankie Crocker in stereo\n[12:24.64] Well, like The Bar-Kays singin' Holy Ghost\n[12:26.42] The sounds to throw down, they're played the most\n[12:28.47] It's like my man, Captain Sky\n[12:32.11] whose name he earned with his super sperm\n[12:33.15] we rock and we don't stop\n[12:34.98] get off y'all, I'm here to give you whatcha got\n[12:37.73] to the beat that it makes you freak\n[12:39.59] and come alive girl, get on your feet\n[12:41.45] a-like a Perry Mason without a case\n[12:44.26] Like Farrah Fawcett without her face\n[12:46.01] Like The Bar-Kays on the mic\n[12:47.88] Like gettin' right down for you tonight\n[12:50.87] Like movin' your body so ya don't know how\n[12:52.69] right to the rhythm and throw down\n[12:54.51] Like comin' alive to the Master Gee\n[12:57.40] The brother who rocks so viciously\n[12:59.22] i said the age of one my life begun\n[13:01.09] at the age of two i was doin' the do\n[13:03.86] at the age of three it was you and me\n[13:05.62] rockin' to the sounds of the Master Gee\n[13:07.53] at the age of four i was on the floor\n[13:09.55] givin' all the freaks what they bargained for\n[13:12.50] at the age of five i didn't take no jive\n[13:14.31] with the Master Gee, its all the way live\n[13:17.94] at the age of six i was a pickin' up sticks\n[13:18.80] rappin' to the beat my stick was fixed\n[13:22.54] at the age of seven i was rockin' in heaven\n[13:23.62] don'tcha know i went off\n[13:24.57] i got right on down to the beat you see\n[13:27.51] gettin' right on down makin' all the girls\n[13:29.33] just take of their clothes to the beat the beat\n[13:32.32] to the double beat beat that makes you freak\n[13:35.03] at the age of eight i was really great\n[13:36.01] cause every night you see i had a date\n[13:38.84] at the age of nine i was right on time\n[13:40.68] cause every night i had a party rhyme\n[13:42.70] goin' on n n on n on on n on\n[13:46.38] the beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n[13:47.28] a sayin' on n n on n on on n on...\n[13:49.15] like a hot buttered de pop de pop de pop\n[13:51.84] a saying on n n on n on on n on\n[13:53.69] cause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\n[13:55.64] i am the definite feast delight\n[14:00.31] cause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\n[14:02.29] i am the definite feast delight\n[14:05.05] Call me the Master Gee you see\n[14:06.92] the brother who rocks so viciously\n[14:08.82] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rapper’s Delight (long version)\n  artist: The Sugarhill Gang\n  album: Sugarhill Gang\n  duration_ms: 873771\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I said a hip, hop, a hippie to the hippie\n  start_ms: 36120\n  end_ms: 37940\n- text: to the hip hip hop, you don't stop\n  start_ms: 37940\n  end_ms: 39900\n- text: the rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumps the boogie\n  start_ms: 39900\n 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(say what?)\n  start_ms: 121990\n  end_ms: 127480\n- text: Ya say I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin'\n  start_ms: 127480\n  end_ms: 129230\n- text: Drive off in a def O.J.\n  start_ms: 129230\n  end_ms: 131160\n- text: Everybody go, hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  start_ms: 131160\n  end_ms: 134700\n- text: Say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\n  start_ms: 134700\n  end_ms: 139570\n- text: Master Gee, am I mellow?\n  start_ms: 139570\n  end_ms: 142280\n- text: It's on you, so what you gonna do?\n  start_ms: 142280\n  end_ms: 144010\n- text: Well it's on an' on an' on on an' on\n  start_ms: 144010\n  end_ms: 146970\n- text: The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  start_ms: 146970\n  end_ms: 148700\n- text: I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E\n  start_ms: 148700\n  end_ms: 152360\n- text: I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Master Gee\n  start_ms: 152360\n  end_ms: 156140\n- text: Well, my name is known all over the world by all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\n  start_ms: 156140\n  end_ms: 161650\n- text: I'm goin' down in history as the baddest rapper there ever could be\n  start_ms: 161650\n  end_ms: 166270\n- text: Now I'm feelin' the highs and you're feelin' the lows\n  start_ms: 166270\n  end_ms: 168070\n- text: The beat starts gettin' into your toes\n  start_ms: 168070\n  end_ms: 169840\n- text: ya start poppin' ya fingers and stompin' your feet\n  start_ms: 169840\n  end_ms: 172570\n- text: and movin' your body while you're sittin' in your seat\n  start_ms: 172570\n  end_ms: 174370\n- text: And then damn, you start doin' the freak\n  start_ms: 174370\n  end_ms: 177180\n- text: I said damn, right outta your seat\n  start_ms: 177180\n  end_ms: 178930\n- text: then ya throw your hands high in the air\n  start_ms: 178930\n  end_ms: 180830\n- text: ya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere\n  start_ms: 180830\n  end_ms: 182680\n- text: ya rockin' to the beat without a care\n  start_ms: 182680\n  end_ms: 185560\n- text: with the sureshot MCs for the affair\n  start_ms: 185560\n  end_ms: 187320\n- text: Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\n  start_ms: 187320\n  end_ms: 189170\n- text: but I rap to the beat just the same\n  start_ms: 189170\n  end_ms: 191820\n- text: I got a little face and a pair of brown eyes\n  start_ms: 191820\n  end_ms: 193660\n- text: all I'm here to do ladies is hypnotize\n  start_ms: 193660\n  end_ms: 195500\n- text: singin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\n  start_ms: 195500\n  end_ms: 198470\n- text: the beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  start_ms: 198470\n  end_ms: 200330\n- text: singin' on n n on n on on n on\n  start_ms: 200330\n  end_ms: 203060\n- text: like a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie\n  start_ms: 203060\n  end_ms: 204860\n- text: pop da pop pop ya don't dare stop\n  start_ms: 204860\n  end_ms: 206710\n- text: come alive y'all, gimme what ya got\n  start_ms: 206710\n  end_ms: 208590\n- text: I guess by now you can take a hunch\n  start_ms: 208590\n  end_ms: 211430\n- text: and find that I am the baby of the bunch\n  start_ms: 211430\n  end_ms: 213220\n- text: But that's okay, I still keep in stride\n  start_ms: 213220\n  end_ms: 215070\n- text: '''Cause all I''m here to do is just wiggle your behind'\n  start_ms: 215070\n  end_ms: 217820\n- text: Singin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\n  start_ms: 217820\n  end_ms: 219630\n- text: The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  start_ms: 219630\n  end_ms: 221440\n- text: Singin' on an' an' on an' on on an' on\n  start_ms: 221440\n  end_ms: 224330\n- text: Rock, rock y'all, throw it on the floor\n  start_ms: 224330\n  end_ms: 226190\n- text: I'm gonna freak ya here, I'm gonna freak ya there\n  start_ms: 226190\n  end_ms: 227990\n- text: I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n  start_ms: 227990\n  end_ms: 230890\n- text: '''Cause I''m one of a kind and I''ll shock your mind'\n  start_ms: 230890\n  end_ms: 232660\n- text: I'll put t-t-tickets in your behind\n  start_ms: 232660\n  end_ms: 234460\n- text: I said 1-2-3-4, come on girls, get on the floor\n  start_ms: 234460\n  end_ms: 239130\n- text: a-come alive y'all, a-gimme what ya got\n  start_ms: 239130\n  end_ms: 241040\n- text: '''Cause I''m guaranteed to make you rock'\n  start_ms: 241040\n  end_ms: 243740\n- text: I said 1-2-3-4, tell me Wonder Mike what are you waitin' for?\n  start_ms: 243740\n  end_ms: 248220\n- text: I said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n  start_ms: 248220\n  end_ms: 250070\n- text: the hip hip hop, a you don't stop\n  start_ms: 250070\n  end_ms: 251980\n- text: the rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie\n  start_ms: 251980\n  end_ms: 254700\n- text: to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n  start_ms: 254700\n  end_ms: 256540\n- text: skiddlee beebop we rock a Scoobie-Doo\n  start_ms: 256540\n  end_ms: 258300\n- text: And guess what America we love you\n  start_ms: 258300\n  end_ms: 261070\n- text: cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\n  start_ms: 261070\n  end_ms: 262860\n- text: you could rock till you're a hundred and one years old\n  start_ms: 262860\n  end_ms: 264670\n- text: I don't mean to brag i don't mean to boast\n  start_ms: 264670\n  end_ms: 267470\n- text: but we like hot butter on our breakfast toast\n  start_ms: 267470\n  end_ms: 269230\n- text: rock it up baby bubba\n  start_ms: 269230\n  end_ms: 272000\n- text: baby bubba to the boogie da bang bang da boogie\n  start_ms: 272000\n  end_ms: 273830\n- text: to the beat beat, its so unique\n  start_ms: 273830\n  end_ms: 275600\n- text: come on everybody and dance to the beat\n  start_ms: 275600\n  end_ms: 279820\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 279820\n  end_ms: 296130\n- text: I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie\n  start_ms: 296130\n  end_ms: 297930\n- text: to the hip hip hop, a-you don't stop\n  start_ms: 297930\n  end_ms: 299840\n- text: rock it out, pretty bubba to the boogity bang, bang,\n  start_ms: 299840\n  end_ms: 302550\n- text: the boogie to the boogity beat\n  start_ms: 302550\n  end_ms: 304320\n- text: I said I cant wait 'til the end of the week\n  start_ms: 304320\n  end_ms: 306270\n- text: when I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\n  start_ms: 306270\n  end_ms: 308980\n- text: and attempt to raise your body heat\n  start_ms: 308980\n  end_ms: 310760\n- text: Just blow your mind so that you can't speak\n  start_ms: 310760\n  end_ms: 313290\n- text: And do a thing but a-rock and shuffle your feet\n  start_ms: 313290\n  end_ms: 315070\n- text: And let it change up to a dance called the freak\n  start_ms: 315070\n  end_ms: 317850\n- text: And when you finally do come in to your rhythmic beat\n  start_ms: 317850\n  end_ms: 319780\n- text: rest a little while so ya don't get weak\n  start_ms: 319780\n  end_ms: 321540\n- text: I know a man named Hank\n  start_ms: 321540\n  end_ms: 323320\n- text: He has more rhymes than a serious bank\n  start_ms: 323320\n  end_ms: 326120\n- text: So come on, Hank sing that song\n  start_ms: 326120\n  end_ms: 327980\n- text: to the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong\n  start_ms: 327980\n  end_ms: 329770\n- text: Well, I'm imp, the dimp, the ladies pimp\n  start_ms: 329770\n  end_ms: 331840\n- text: The women fight for my delight\n  start_ms: 331840\n  end_ms: 333860\n- text: But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\n  start_ms: 333860\n  end_ms: 336750\n- text: that shock the house for the young ladies\n  start_ms: 336750\n  end_ms: 338540\n- text: And when you come inside, into the front\n  start_ms: 338540\n  end_ms: 341200\n- text: you do the freak, spank, and do the bump\n  start_ms: 341200\n  end_ms: 343060\n- text: and when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n  start_ms: 343060\n  end_ms: 344810\n- text: We're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\n  start_ms: 344810\n  end_ms: 347570\n- text: a-from sun to sun and from day to day\n  start_ms: 347570\n  end_ms: 349430\n- text: I sit down and write a brand new rhyme\n  start_ms: 349430\n  end_ms: 351280\n- text: because they say that miracles never cease\n  start_ms: 351280\n  end_ms: 354110\n- text: I've created a devastating masterpiece\n  start_ms: 354110\n  end_ms: 355940\n- text: I'm gonna rock the mic 'til you cant resist\n  start_ms: 355940\n  end_ms: 357820\n- text: Everybody, I say it goes like this\n  start_ms: 357820\n  end_ms: 360510\n- text: Well, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\n  start_ms: 360510\n  end_ms: 362460\n- text: A reporter stopped me for a interview\n  start_ms: 362460\n  end_ms: 364260\n- text: She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\n  start_ms: 364260\n  end_ms: 367150\n- text: that I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\n  start_ms: 367150\n  end_ms: 368910\n- text: This young reporter I did adore\n  start_ms: 368910\n  end_ms: 370770\n- text: So I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\n  start_ms: 370770\n  end_ms: 373620\n- text: she said damn fly guy, I'm in love with you\n  start_ms: 373620\n  end_ms: 375490\n- text: the Casanova legend must have been true\n  start_ms: 375490\n  end_ms: 377230\n- text: I said by the way, baby what's your name?\n  start_ms: 377230\n  end_ms: 380220\n- text: said I go by the name of Lois Lane\n  start_ms: 380220\n  end_ms: 382070\n- text: and you could be my boyfriend you surely can\n  start_ms: 382070\n  end_ms: 383890\n- text: just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\n  start_ms: 383890\n  end_ms: 385700\n- text: i said he's a fairy, i do suppose\n  start_ms: 385700\n  end_ms: 388610\n- text: flyin' through the air in pantyhose\n  start_ms: 388610\n  end_ms: 390420\n- text: he may be very sexy or even cute\n  start_ms: 390420\n  end_ms: 393120\n- text: but he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\n  start_ms: 393120\n  end_ms: 394900\n- text: i said you need a man who's got finesse\n  start_ms: 394900\n  end_ms: 396890\n- text: and his whole name across his chest\n  start_ms: 396890\n  end_ms: 399660\n- text: he may be able to fly all through the night\n  start_ms: 399660\n  end_ms: 401460\n- text: but can he rock a party 'til the early light\n  start_ms: 401460\n  end_ms: 403340\n- text: he can satisfy you with his little worm\n  start_ms: 403340\n  end_ms: 406110\n- text: but I can bust you out with my super sperm\n  start_ms: 406110\n  end_ms: 407970\n- text: I go do it, I go do it, I go do it, do it, do it\n  start_ms: 407970\n  end_ms: 411610\n- text: an' I'm here an' I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\n  start_ms: 411610\n  end_ms: 416220\n- text: Just throw your hands up in the air\n  start_ms: 416220\n  end_ms: 418940\n- text: and party hardy like you just don't care\n  start_ms: 418940\n  end_ms: 420740\n- text: Let's do it don't stop y'all a tick a tock y'all you don't stop\n  start_ms: 420740\n  end_ms: 425310\n- text: go hotel motel what you gonna do today(say what)\n  start_ms: 425310\n  end_ms: 429850\n- text: I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spank drive off in a def O.J.\n  start_ms: 429850\n  end_ms: 433480\n- text: everybody go hotel, motel, holiday inn\n  start_ms: 433480\n  end_ms: 437930\n- text: you say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\n  start_ms: 437930\n  end_ms: 441660\n- text: I say skip, dive, what can i say\n  start_ms: 441660\n  end_ms: 444450\n- text: I can't fit em all inside my O.J.\n  start_ms: 444450\n  end_ms: 447190\n- text: so I just take half and bust them out\n  start_ms: 447190\n  end_ms: 448920\n- text: I give the rest to Master Gee so he could shock the house\n  start_ms: 448920\n  end_ms: 450860\n- text: It was twelve o'clock, one Friday night\n  start_ms: 450860\n  end_ms: 452770\n- text: I was rockin' to the beat and feelin' all right\n  start_ms: 452770\n  end_ms: 455450\n- text: Everybody was dancin' on the floor\n  start_ms: 455450\n  end_ms: 457460\n- text: Doin' all the things they never did before\n  start_ms: 457460\n  end_ms: 459300\n- text: And then this fly fly girl with a sexy lean\n  start_ms: 459300\n  end_ms: 462170\n- text: She came into the bar, she came into the scene\n  start_ms: 462170\n  end_ms: 463930\n- text: As she traveled deeper inside the room\n  start_ms: 463930\n  end_ms: 465800\n- text: All the fellas checked out her white Sassoons\n  start_ms: 465800\n  end_ms: 467770\n- text: She came up to the table, looked into my eyes\n  start_ms: 467770\n  end_ms: 470750\n- text: Then she turned around and shook her behind\n  start_ms: 470750\n  end_ms: 472520\n- text: So I said to myself, it's time for me to release\n  start_ms: 472520\n  end_ms: 475300\n- text: my vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece\n  start_ms: 475300\n  end_ms: 476250\n- text: and now people in the house this is just for you\n  start_ms: 476250\n  end_ms: 479110\n- text: A little rap to make you boogaloo\n  start_ms: 479110\n  end_ms: 480970\n- text: now the group you hear is called phase two\n  start_ms: 480970\n  end_ms: 484710\n- text: and let me tell you somethin' we're a hell of a crew\n  start_ms: 484710\n  end_ms: 486660\n- text: Once a week we're on the street\n  start_ms: 486660\n  end_ms: 487580\n- text: just a-cuttin' the jams and making it free\n  start_ms: 487580\n  end_ms: 489390\n- text: For you to party, you got to have the movies\n  start_ms: 489390\n  end_ms: 492370\n- text: So we'll get right down and give you the groove\n  start_ms: 492370\n  end_ms: 494100\n- text: For you to dance, you gotta get hype\n  start_ms: 494100\n  end_ms: 496230\n- text: So we'll get right down for you tonight\n  start_ms: 496230\n  end_ms: 499010\n- text: Now the system's on and the girls are there\n  start_ms: 499010\n  end_ms: 500810\n- text: You definitely have a rockin' affair\n  start_ms: 500810\n  end_ms: 503580\n- text: But let me tell ya somethin' there's still one fact\n  start_ms: 503580\n  end_ms: 505300\n- text: That to have a party, you got to have a rap\n  start_ms: 505300\n  end_ms: 507150\n- text: So when the party's over you're makin' it home\n  start_ms: 507150\n  end_ms: 508950\n- text: and tryin' to sleep before the break of dawn\n  start_ms: 508950\n  end_ms: 511850\n- text: and while ya sleepin' ya start to dream\n  start_ms: 511850\n  end_ms: 513660\n- text: and thinkin' how ya danced on the disco scene\n  start_ms: 513660\n  end_ms: 516480\n- text: My name appears in your mind\n  start_ms: 516480\n  end_ms: 518230\n- text: Yeah, a name you know that was right on time\n  start_ms: 518230\n  end_ms: 520120\n- text: It was phase two, just a doin' a do\n  start_ms: 520120\n  end_ms: 521930\n- text: Rockin' you down cause you know we could\n  start_ms: 521930\n  end_ms: 524780\n- text: to the rhythm of the beat that makes you freak\n  start_ms: 524780\n  end_ms: 528330\n- text: come alive girls, get on your feet\n  start_ms: 528330\n  end_ms: 530110\n- text: To the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat\n  start_ms: 530110\n  end_ms: 531120\n- text: To the double beat beat that it makes you freak\n  start_ms: 531120\n  end_ms: 532940\n- text: To the rhythm of the beat that says you go on\n  start_ms: 532940\n  end_ms: 535780\n- text: on an' on into the break of dawn\n  start_ms: 535780\n  end_ms: 537570\n- text: Now, I got a man comin' on right now\n  start_ms: 537570\n  end_ms: 539450\n- text: He's guaranteed to throw down\n  start_ms: 539450\n  end_ms: 542290\n- text: He goes by the name of Wonder Mike\n  start_ms: 542290\n  end_ms: 544030\n- text: come on Wonder Mike, do what you like\n  start_ms: 544030\n  end_ms: 545970\n- text: Like a can of beer that's sweeter than honey\n  start_ms: 545970\n  end_ms: 547760\n- text: Like a millionaire that has no money\n  start_ms: 547760\n  end_ms: 551650\n- text: Like a rainy day that is not wet\n  start_ms: 551650\n  end_ms: 552530\n- text: Like a gamblin' fiend that does not bet\n  start_ms: 552530\n  end_ms: 555250\n- text: Like Dracula with out his fangs\n  start_ms: 555250\n  end_ms: 557050\n- text: Like the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang\n  start_ms: 557050\n  end_ms: 558800\n- text: Like collard greens that don't taste good\n  start_ms: 558800\n  end_ms: 560860\n- text: Like a tree that's not made out of wood\n  start_ms: 560860\n  end_ms: 563680\n- text: Like goin' up and not comin' down\n  start_ms: 563680\n  end_ms: 566410\n- text: is just like the beat without the sound no sound\n  start_ms: 566410\n  end_ms: 567290\n- text: to the beat beat, you do the freak\n  start_ms: 567290\n  end_ms: 569350\n- text: everybody just rock and dance to the beat\n  start_ms: 569350\n  end_ms: 572210\n- text: have you ever went over a friend's house to eat\n  start_ms: 572210\n  end_ms: 574030\n- text: and the food just ain't no good?\n  start_ms: 574030\n  end_ms: 576820\n- text: I mean the macaroni's soggy the peas are mushed\n  start_ms: 576820\n  end_ms: 578670\n- text: and the chicken tastes like wood\n  start_ms: 578670\n  end_ms: 581390\n- text: so you try to play it off like you think you can\n  start_ms: 581390\n  end_ms: 583190\n- text: by sayin' that you're full\n  start_ms: 583190\n  end_ms: 584990\n- text: and then your friend says momma he's just being polite\n  start_ms: 584990\n  end_ms: 587630\n- text: he ain't finished uh uh that's bull\n  start_ms: 587630\n  end_ms: 588530\n- text: so your heart starts pumpin' and you think of a lie\n  start_ms: 588530\n  end_ms: 591380\n- text: and you say that you already ate\n  start_ms: 591380\n  end_ms: 593250\n- text: and your friend says \"man, there's plenty of food\"\n  start_ms: 593250\n  end_ms: 595340\n- text: so he piles some more on your plate\n  start_ms: 595340\n  end_ms: 597200\n- text: while the stinky food's steamin'\n  start_ms: 597200\n  end_ms: 599190\n- text: your mind starts to dreamin'\n  start_ms: 599190\n  end_ms: 600020\n- text: of the moment it's time to leave\n  start_ms: 600020\n  end_ms: 602080\n- text: and then you look at your plate\n  start_ms: 602080\n  end_ms: 602950\n- text: and your chicken's slowly rottin'\n  start_ms: 602950\n  end_ms: 604830\n- text: into something that looks like cheese\n  start_ms: 604830\n  end_ms: 605710\n- text: oh so you say that's it, i got to leave this place\n  start_ms: 605710\n  end_ms: 608630\n- text: I don't care what these people think\n  start_ms: 608630\n  end_ms: 610490\n- text: I'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous\n  start_ms: 610490\n  end_ms: 613470\n- text: with this ugly food that stinks\n  start_ms: 613470\n  end_ms: 617150\n- text: so you bust out the door while it's still closed\n  start_ms: 617150\n  end_ms: 618040\n- text: still sick from the food you ate\n  start_ms: 618040\n  end_ms: 618910\n- text: and then you run to the store for quick relief\n  start_ms: 618910\n  end_ms: 621650\n- text: from a bottle of Kaopectate\n  start_ms: 621650\n  end_ms: 623500\n- text: and then you call your friend two weeks later\n  start_ms: 623500\n  end_ms: 626280\n- text: to see how he has been\n  start_ms: 626280\n  end_ms: 628060\n- text: and he says \"I understand about the food\n  start_ms: 628060\n  end_ms: 629880\n- text: baby bubba but we're still friends\"\n  start_ms: 629880\n  end_ms: 631740\n- text: with a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n  start_ms: 631740\n  end_ms: 634580\n- text: the hip hip a hop a you don't stop the rockin\n  start_ms: 634580\n  end_ms: 636420\n- text: to the bang bang boogie\n  start_ms: 636420\n  end_ms: 637460\n- text: say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n  start_ms: 637460\n  end_ms: 640260\n- text: I say Hank? can ya rock?\n  start_ms: 640260\n  end_ms: 642910\n- text: Can you rock to the rhythm that just don't stop?\n  start_ms: 642910\n  end_ms: 644750\n- text: Can you hip me to the shoobie doo?\n  start_ms: 644750\n  end_ms: 647550\n- text: I said come on make the make the people move\n  start_ms: 647550\n  end_ms: 649430\n- text: I go to the halls and then ring the bell\n  start_ms: 649430\n  end_ms: 651280\n- text: because I am the man with the clientele\n  start_ms: 651280\n  end_ms: 653940\n- text: And if you ask me why I rock so well\n  start_ms: 653940\n  end_ms: 655790\n- text: I'm Big Bank, I got clientele\n  start_ms: 655790\n  end_ms: 658620\n- text: and from the time I was only six years old\n  start_ms: 658620\n  end_ms: 660440\n- text: I never forgot what I was told\n  start_ms: 660440\n  end_ms: 663280\n- text: It was the best advice that I ever had\n  start_ms: 663280\n  end_ms: 665950\n- text: It came from my wise, dear old dad\n  start_ms: 665950\n  end_ms: 666830\n- text: He said Sit down punk, I wanna talk to you\n  start_ms: 666830\n  end_ms: 668630\n- text: and don't say a word until I'm through\n  start_ms: 668630\n  end_ms: 671380\n- text: Now, there's a time to laugh a time to cry\n  start_ms: 671380\n  end_ms: 673150\n- text: A time to live and a time to die\n  start_ms: 673150\n  end_ms: 675950\n- text: A time to break and a time to chill\n  start_ms: 675950\n  end_ms: 677770\n- text: To act civilized or act real ill\n  start_ms: 677770\n  end_ms: 679520\n- text: But whatever you do in your lifetime\n  start_ms: 679520\n  end_ms: 681410\n- text: You never let a MC steal your rhyme\n  start_ms: 681410\n  end_ms: 686010\n- text: So from sixty six 'til this very day\n  start_ms: 686010\n  end_ms: 686940\n- text: I'll always remember what he had to say\n  start_ms: 686940\n  end_ms: 687960\n- text: So when the sucker MCs try to chump my style\n  start_ms: 687960\n  end_ms: 690720\n- text: I let them know that I'm versatile\n  start_ms: 690720\n  end_ms: 692620\n- text: I got style, finesse and a little black book\n  start_ms: 692620\n  end_ms: 695330\n- text: That's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look\n  start_ms: 695330\n  end_ms: 696210\n- text: But there's a thing that separates you from me\n  start_ms: 696210\n  end_ms: 699270\n- text: and that is called originality\n  start_ms: 699270\n  end_ms: 701220\n- text: because my rhymes are on from what you heard\n  start_ms: 701220\n  end_ms: 704030\n- text: I didn't even bite and not a goddamn word\n  start_ms: 704030\n  end_ms: 705030\n- text: and I say a little more later on tonight\n  start_ms: 705030\n  end_ms: 707880\n- text: so the sucker MC's can bite all night\n  start_ms: 707880\n  end_ms: 709650\n- text: a-tick a-tock y'all a-beat beat y'all\n  start_ms: 709650\n  end_ms: 711590\n- text: a-let's rock y'all ya don't stop\n  start_ms: 711590\n  end_ms: 714340\n- text: You go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today (say what)\n  start_ms: 714340\n  end_ms: 718990\n- text: You say I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'\n  start_ms: 718990\n  end_ms: 720770\n- text: Drive off in a def O.J.\n  start_ms: 720770\n  end_ms: 722580\n- text: Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  start_ms: 722580\n  end_ms: 726180\n- text: You say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friends\n  start_ms: 726180\n  end_ms: 731700\n- text: a-like that y'all, to the beat y'all\n  start_ms: 731700\n  end_ms: 733530\n- text: Beat-beat y'all, you don't stop\n  start_ms: 733530\n  end_ms: 735370\n- text: a-Master Gee, am I mellow?\n  start_ms: 735370\n  end_ms: 739960\n- text: It's on you so whatcha gonna do?\n  start_ms: 739960\n  end_ms: 740860\n- text: Well, like Johnny Carson on The Late Show\n  start_ms: 740860\n  end_ms: 741810\n- text: a-like Frankie Crocker in stereo\n  start_ms: 741810\n  end_ms: 744640\n- text: Well, like The Bar-Kays singin' Holy Ghost\n  start_ms: 744640\n  end_ms: 746420\n- text: The sounds to throw down, they're played the most\n  start_ms: 746420\n  end_ms: 748470\n- text: It's like my man, Captain Sky\n  start_ms: 748470\n  end_ms: 752110\n- text: whose name he earned with his super sperm\n  start_ms: 752110\n  end_ms: 753150\n- text: we rock and we don't stop\n  start_ms: 753150\n  end_ms: 754980\n- text: get off y'all, I'm here to give you whatcha got\n  start_ms: 754980\n  end_ms: 757730\n- text: to the beat that it makes you freak\n  start_ms: 757730\n  end_ms: 759590\n- text: and come alive girl, get on your feet\n  start_ms: 759590\n  end_ms: 761450\n- text: a-like a Perry Mason without a case\n  start_ms: 761450\n  end_ms: 764260\n- text: Like Farrah Fawcett without her face\n  start_ms: 764260\n  end_ms: 766010\n- text: Like The Bar-Kays on the mic\n  start_ms: 766010\n  end_ms: 767880\n- text: Like gettin' right down for you tonight\n  start_ms: 767880\n  end_ms: 770870\n- text: Like movin' your body so ya don't know how\n  start_ms: 770870\n  end_ms: 772690\n- text: right to the rhythm and throw down\n  start_ms: 772690\n  end_ms: 774510\n- text: Like comin' alive to the Master Gee\n  start_ms: 774510\n  end_ms: 777400\n- text: The brother who rocks so viciously\n  start_ms: 777400\n  end_ms: 779220\n- text: i said the age of one my life begun\n  start_ms: 779220\n  end_ms: 781090\n- text: at the age of two i was doin' the do\n  start_ms: 781090\n  end_ms: 783860\n- text: at the age of three it was you and me\n  start_ms: 783860\n  end_ms: 785620\n- text: rockin' to the sounds of the Master Gee\n  start_ms: 785620\n  end_ms: 787530\n- text: at the age of four i was on the floor\n  start_ms: 787530\n  end_ms: 789550\n- text: givin' all the freaks what they bargained for\n  start_ms: 789550\n  end_ms: 792500\n- text: at the age of five i didn't take no jive\n  start_ms: 792500\n  end_ms: 794310\n- text: with the Master Gee, its all the way live\n  start_ms: 794310\n  end_ms: 797940\n- text: at the age of six i was a pickin' up sticks\n  start_ms: 797940\n  end_ms: 798800\n- text: rappin' to the beat my stick was fixed\n  start_ms: 798800\n  end_ms: 802540\n- text: at the age of seven i was rockin' in heaven\n  start_ms: 802540\n  end_ms: 803620\n- text: don'tcha know i went off\n  start_ms: 803620\n  end_ms: 804570\n- text: i got right on down to the beat you see\n  start_ms: 804570\n  end_ms: 807510\n- text: gettin' right on down makin' all the girls\n  start_ms: 807510\n  end_ms: 809330\n- text: just take of their clothes to the beat the beat\n  start_ms: 809330\n  end_ms: 812320\n- text: to the double beat beat that makes you freak\n  start_ms: 812320\n  end_ms: 815030\n- text: at the age of eight i was really great\n  start_ms: 815030\n  end_ms: 816010\n- text: cause every night you see i had a date\n  start_ms: 816010\n  end_ms: 818840\n- text: at the age of nine i was right on time\n  start_ms: 818840\n  end_ms: 820680\n- text: cause every night i had a party rhyme\n  start_ms: 820680\n  end_ms: 822700\n- text: goin' on n n on n on on n on\n  start_ms: 822700\n  end_ms: 826380\n- text: the beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  start_ms: 826380\n  end_ms: 827280\n- text: a sayin' on n n on n on on n on...\n  start_ms: 827280\n  end_ms: 829150\n- text: like a hot buttered de pop de pop de pop\n  start_ms: 829150\n  end_ms: 831840\n- text: a saying on n n on n on on n on\n  start_ms: 831840\n  end_ms: 833690\n- text: cause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\n  start_ms: 833690\n  end_ms: 835640\n- text: i am the definite feast delight\n  start_ms: 835640\n  end_ms: 840310\n- text: cause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\n  start_ms: 840310\n  end_ms: 842290\n- text: i am the definite feast delight\n  start_ms: 842290\n  end_ms: 845050\n- text: Call me the Master Gee you see\n  start_ms: 845050\n  end_ms: 846920\n- text: the brother who rocks so viciously\n  start_ms: 846920\n  end_ms: 848820\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 848820\nplain: |-\n  I said a hip, hop, a hippie to the hippie\n  to the hip hip hop, you don't stop\n  the rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumps the boogie\n  to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n\n  Now what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin' to the beat\n  And me, the groove, and my friends, are gonna try to move your feet\n  You see, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\n  to the black, to the white, the red, and the brown, the purple and yellow\n  But first, I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\n  Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\n  Let's rock, you don't stop\n  Rock the rhythm that will make your body rock\n\n  Well, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\n  And next on the mic is my man Hank\n  Come on, Hank, sing that song\n\n  Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN-the-O-V-A\n  and the rest is F-L-Y\n  You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\n  and these reasons I'll tell ya why\n  You see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun\n  and I dress to a 'T'\n  You see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali\n  and I dress so viciously\n\n  I got bodyguards, I got two big cars\n  that definitely ain't the whack\n  I got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac\n  So after school, I take a dip in the pool, which really is on the wall\n  I got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\n  Hear me talkin' 'bout checkbooks, credit cards\n  More money than a sucker could ever spend\n  But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the rucker\n  Not a dime 'til I made it again\n\n  Everybody go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? (say what?)\n  Ya say I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin'\n  Drive off in a def O.J.\n  Everybody go, hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  Say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\n  Master Gee, am I mellow?\n  It's on you, so what you gonna do?\n\n  Well it's on an' on an' on on an' on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E\n  I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Master Gee\n  Well, my name is known all over the world by all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\n  I'm goin' down in history as the baddest rapper there ever could be\n\n  Now I'm feelin' the highs and you're feelin' the lows\n  The beat starts gettin' into your toes\n  ya start poppin' ya fingers and stompin' your feet\n  and movin' your body while you're sittin' in your seat\n  And then damn, you start doin' the freak\n  I said damn, right outta your seat\n  then ya throw your hands high in the air\n  ya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere\n  ya rockin' to the beat without a care\n  with the sureshot MCs for the affair\n\n  Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\n  but I rap to the beat just the same\n  I got a little face and a pair of brown eyes\n  all I'm here to do ladies is hypnotize\n  singin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\n  the beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  singin' on n n on n on on n on\n  like a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie\n  pop da pop pop ya don't dare stop\n  come alive y'all, gimme what ya got\n\n  I guess by now you can take a hunch\n  and find that I am the baby of the bunch\n  But that's okay, I still keep in stride\n  'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\n  Singin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  Singin' on an' an' on an' on on an' on\n  Rock, rock y'all, throw it on the floor\n\n  I'm gonna freak ya here, I'm gonna freak ya there\n  I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n  'Cause I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\n  I'll put t-t-tickets in your behind\n  I said 1-2-3-4, come on girls, get on the floor\n  a-come alive y'all, a-gimme what ya got\n  'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock\n  I said 1-2-3-4, tell me Wonder Mike what are you waitin' for?\n\n  I said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n  the hip hip hop, a you don't stop\n  the rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie\n  to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n  skiddlee beebop we rock a Scoobie-Doo\n  And guess what America we love you\n  cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\n  you could rock till you're a hundred and one years old\n  I don't mean to brag i don't mean to boast\n  but we like hot butter on our breakfast toast\n  rock it up baby bubba\n  baby bubba to the boogie da bang bang da boogie\n  to the beat beat, its so unique\n  come on everybody and dance to the beat\n\n  I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie\n  to the hip hip hop, a-you don't stop\n  rock it out, pretty bubba to the boogity bang, bang,\n  the boogie to the boogity beat\n\n  I said I cant wait 'til the end of the week\n  when I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\n  and attempt to raise your body heat\n  Just blow your mind so that you can't speak\n  And do a thing but a-rock and shuffle your feet\n  And let it change up to a dance called the freak\n  And when you finally do come in to your rhythmic beat\n  rest a little while so ya don't get weak\n  I know a man named Hank\n  He has more rhymes than a serious bank\n  So come on, Hank sing that song\n  to the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong\n\n  Well, I'm imp, the dimp, the ladies pimp\n  The women fight for my delight\n  But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\n  that shock the house for the young ladies\n  And when you come inside, into the front\n  you do the freak, spank, and do the bump\n  and when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n\n  We're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\n  a-from sun to sun and from day to day\n  I sit down and write a brand new rhyme\n  because they say that miracles never cease\n  I've created a devastating masterpiece\n  I'm gonna rock the mic 'til you cant resist\n  Everybody, I say it goes like this\n  Well, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\n  A reporter stopped me for a interview\n  She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\n  that I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\n  This young reporter I did adore\n  So I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\n  she said damn fly guy, I'm in love with you\n  the Casanova legend must have been true\n  I said by the way, baby what's your name?\n  said I go by the name of Lois Lane\n  and you could be my boyfriend you surely can\n  just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\n  i said he's a fairy, i do suppose\n  flyin' through the air in pantyhose\n  he may be very sexy or even cute\n  but he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\n  i said you need a man who's got finesse\n  and his whole name across his chest\n  he may be able to fly all through the night\n  but can he rock a party 'til the early light\n  he can satisfy you with his little worm\n  but I can bust you out with my super sperm\n  I go do it, I go do it, I go do it, do it, do it\n  an' I'm here an' I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\n  Just throw your hands up in the air\n  and party hardy like you just don't care\n  Let's do it don't stop y'all a tick a tock y'all you don't stop\n  go hotel motel what you gonna do today(say what)\n  I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spank drive off in a def O.J.\n  everybody go hotel, motel, holiday inn\n  you say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\n  I say skip, dive, what can i say\n  I can't fit em all inside my O.J.\n  so I just take half and bust them out\n  I give the rest to Master Gee so he could shock the house\n\n  It was twelve o'clock, one Friday night\n  I was rockin' to the beat and feelin' all right\n  Everybody was dancin' on the floor\n  Doin' all the things they never did before\n  And then this fly fly girl with a sexy lean\n  She came into the bar, she came into the scene\n  As she traveled deeper inside the room\n  All the fellas checked out her white Sassoons\n  She came up to the table, looked into my eyes\n  Then she turned around and shook her behind\n  So I said to myself, it's time for me to release\n  my vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece\n  and now people in the house this is just for you\n  A little rap to make you boogaloo\n  now the group you hear is called phase two\n  and let me tell you somethin' we're a hell of a crew\n  Once a week we're on the street\n  just a-cuttin' the jams and making it free\n  For you to party, you got to have the movies\n  So we'll get right down and give you the groove\n  For you to dance, you gotta get hype\n  So we'll get right down for you tonight\n  Now the system's on and the girls are there\n  You definitely have a rockin' affair\n  But let me tell ya somethin' there's still one fact\n  That to have a party, you got to have a rap\n  So when the party's over you're makin' it home\n  and tryin' to sleep before the break of dawn\n  and while ya sleepin' ya start to dream\n  and thinkin' how ya danced on the disco scene\n  My name appears in your mind\n  Yeah, a name you know that was right on time\n  It was phase two, just a doin' a do\n  Rockin' you down cause you know we could\n  to the rhythm of the beat that makes you freak\n  come alive girls, get on your feet\n  To the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat\n  To the double beat beat that it makes you freak\n  To the rhythm of the beat that says you go on\n  on an' on into the break of dawn\n  Now, I got a man comin' on right now\n  He's guaranteed to throw down\n  He goes by the name of Wonder Mike\n  come on Wonder Mike, do what you like\n\n  Like a can of beer that's sweeter than honey\n  Like a millionaire that has no money\n  Like a rainy day that is not wet\n  Like a gamblin' fiend that does not bet\n  Like Dracula with out his fangs\n  Like the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang\n  Like collard greens that don't taste good\n  Like a tree that's not made out of wood\n  Like goin' up and not comin' down\n  is just like the beat without the sound no sound\n  to the beat beat, you do the freak\n  everybody just rock and dance to the beat\n  have you ever went over a friend's house to eat\n  and the food just ain't no good?\n  I mean the macaroni's soggy the peas are mushed\n  and the chicken tastes like wood\n  so you try to play it off like you think you can\n  by sayin' that you're full\n  and then your friend says momma he's just being polite\n  he ain't finished uh uh that's bull\n  so your heart starts pumpin' and you think of a lie\n  and you say that you already ate\n  and your friend says \"man, there's plenty of food\"\n  so he piles some more on your plate\n  while the stinky food's steamin'\n  your mind starts to dreamin'\n  of the moment it's time to leave\n  and then you look at your plate\n  and your chicken's slowly rottin'\n  into something that looks like cheese\n  oh so you say that's it, i got to leave this place\n  I don't care what these people think\n  I'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous\n  with this ugly food that stinks\n  so you bust out the door while it's still closed\n  still sick from the food you ate\n  and then you run to the store for quick relief\n  from a bottle of Kaopectate\n  and then you call your friend two weeks later\n  to see how he has been\n  and he says \"I understand about the food\n  baby bubba but we're still friends\"\n  with a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n  the hip hip a hop a you don't stop the rockin\n  to the bang bang boogie\n  say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n  I say Hank? can ya rock?\n  Can you rock to the rhythm that just don't stop?\n  Can you hip me to the shoobie doo?\n  I said come on make the make the people move\n\n  I go to the halls and then ring the bell\n  because I am the man with the clientele\n  And if you ask me why I rock so well\n  I'm Big Bank, I got clientele\n  and from the time I was only six years old\n  I never forgot what I was told\n  It was the best advice that I ever had\n  It came from my wise, dear old dad\n  He said Sit down punk, I wanna talk to you\n  and don't say a word until I'm through\n  Now, there's a time to laugh a time to cry\n  A time to live and a time to die\n  A time to break and a time to chill\n  To act civilized or act real ill\n  But whatever you do in your lifetime\n  You never let a MC steal your rhyme\n  So from sixty six 'til this very day\n  I'll always remember what he had to say\n  So when the sucker MCs try to chump my style\n  I let them know that I'm versatile\n  I got style, finesse and a little black book\n  That's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look\n  But there's a thing that separates you from me\n  and that is called originality\n  because my rhymes are on from what you heard\n  I didn't even bite and not a goddamn word\n  and I say a little more later on tonight\n  so the sucker MC's can bite all night\n  a-tick a-tock y'all a-beat beat y'all\n  a-let's rock y'all ya don't stop\n  You go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today (say what)\n  You say I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'\n  Drive off in a def O.J.\n  Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  You say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friends\n  a-like that y'all, to the beat y'all\n  Beat-beat y'all, you don't stop\n  a-Master Gee, am I mellow?\n  It's on you so whatcha gonna do?\n\n  Well, like Johnny Carson on The Late Show\n  a-like Frankie Crocker in stereo\n  Well, like The Bar-Kays singin' Holy Ghost\n  The sounds to throw down, they're played the most\n\n  It's like my man, Captain Sky\n  whose name he earned with his super sperm\n  we rock and we don't stop\n  get off y'all, I'm here to give you whatcha got\n  to the beat that it makes you freak\n  and come alive girl, get on your feet\n  a-like a Perry Mason without a case\n  Like Farrah Fawcett without her face\n\n  Like The Bar-Kays on the mic\n  Like gettin' right down for you tonight\n  Like movin' your body so ya don't know how\n  right to the rhythm and throw down\n\n  Like comin' alive to the Master Gee\n  The brother who rocks so viciously\n  i said the age of one my life begun\n  at the age of two i was doin' the do\n  at the age of three it was you and me\n  rockin' to the sounds of the Master Gee\n  at the age of four i was on the floor\n  givin' all the freaks what they bargained for\n  at the age of five i didn't take no jive\n  with the Master Gee, its all the way live\n  at the age of six i was a pickin' up sticks\n  rappin' to the beat my stick was fixed\n  at the age of seven i was rockin' in heaven\n  don'tcha know i went off\n  i got right on down to the beat you see\n  gettin' right on down makin' all the girls\n  just take of their clothes to the beat the beat\n  to the double beat beat that makes you freak\n  at the age of eight i was really great\n  cause every night you see i had a date\n  at the age of nine i was right on time\n  cause every night i had a party rhyme\n  goin' on n n on n on on n on\n  the beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  a sayin' on n n on n on on n on...\n  like a hot buttered de pop de pop de pop\n  a saying on n n on n on on n on\n  cause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\n  i am the definite feast delight\n  cause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\n  i am the definite feast delight\n  Call me the Master Gee you see\n  the brother who rocks so viciously\n"},{"id":39312707,"name":"Rapper’s Delight (long version)","trackName":"Rapper’s Delight (long version)","artistName":"The Sugarhill Gang","albumName":"Sugarhill Gang","duration":886.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I said-a hip, hop, the hippie, the hippie\nTo the hip hip hop-a you don't stop the rock\nIt to the bang-bang boogie, say up jump the boogie\nTo the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\nNow what you hear is not a test: I'm rappin' to the beat\nAnd me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet\nSee, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\nTo the black, to the white, the red\nAnd the brown, the purple and yellow\nBut first I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\nSay up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\nLet's rock, you don't stop\nRock the riddle that will make your body rock\nWell, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\nAnd next on the mike is my man Hank, come on\nHank, sing that song\nCheck it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN, the O-V-A and the rest is F-L-Y\nYou see, I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\nAnd these reasons I'll tell you why\nYou see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun and I dress to a D\nYou see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali and I dress so viciously\nI got bodyguards, I got two big cars, that definitely ain't the whack\nI got a Lincoln continental and a sunroof Cadillac\nSo after school, I take a dip in the pool,\nWhich is really on the wall\nI got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\nHear me talking 'bout checkbooks, credit cards,\nMore money than a sucker could ever spend\nBut I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the\nRucker, not a dime 'til I made it again\nEverybody go: Hotel, motel\nWhatcha gonna do today (Say what?)\n'Cause I'ma get a fly girl\nGonna get some spank and drive off in a def OJ\nEverybody go: Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\nYou see, if your girl starts acting up, then you take her friend\nUh Master Gee, my mellow?\nIt's on you so what you gonna do?\nWell it's on and on and on, on and on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nI said a M-A-S, a T-E-R, a G with a double E\nI said I go by the unforgettable name of the man\nThey call the Master Gee\nWell, my name is known all over the world\nBy all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\nI'm going down in history\nAs the baddest rapper there ever could be\nNow I'm feeling the highs and you're feeling the lows\nThe beat starts getting into your toes\nYou start popping your fingers and stomping your feet\nAnd moving your body while you're sitting in your seat\nAnd then damn, you start doing the freak\nI said damn, right outta your seat\nThen you throw your hands high in the air\nYou're rocking to the rhythm, shake your derriere\nYa rockin' to the beat without a care\nWith the sureshot MCs for the affair\nNow, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\nBut I rap to the beat just the same\nI got a little face, and a pair of brown eyes\nAll I'm here to do, ladies, is hypnotize\nSinging on an' an' on an' on, on an' on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nSinging on an' an' on an' on, on an' on\nLike a hot party the pop the pop the pop dibbie dibbie\nPop the pop, pop, you don't dare stop\nCome alive y'all, gimme whatcha got\nI guess by now you can take a hunch\nAnd find that I am the baby of the bunch\nBut that's okay, I still keep in stride\n'Cos all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\nSingin' on'n'n'on'n'on n'on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nSingin' on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on\nRock rock, y'all, throw it on the floor\nI'm gonna freak ya here I'm gonna freak you there\nI'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n'Cos I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\nI'll put TNT tickin' in your behind\nI said one, two, three, four, come on, girls, get on the floor\nA-come alive, y'all, a-gimme whatcha got\n'Cos I'm guaranteed to make you rock\nI said one, two, three, four, tell me, Wonder Mike\nWhat are you waiting for?\nI said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\nTo the hip hip hop and you don't stop\nThe rock it to the bang bang the boogie\nSay up jump the boogie, dig the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\nSkiddlee beebop a we rock a scooby doo\nAnd guess what, America: we love you\n'Cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\nYou could rock 'til you're a hundred and one years old\nI don't mean to brag I don't mean to boast\nBut we like hot butter on a breakfast toast\nRock it up, uh, baby bubbah\nBaby bubbah to the boogie the bang bang the boogie\nTo the beat beat, it's so unique\nCome on, everybody, and dance to the beat\nA hip hop the hippie the hippie\nTo the hip hip hop and you don't stop\nThe rock it out baby boppa to the boogity bang bang\nBoogie to the boogie, the beat\nI said I can't wait 'til the end of the week\nWhen I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\nAn attempt to raise your body heat\nJust blow your mind so that you can't speak\nTo do a thing but a rock and shuffle your feet\nAnd let it change up to a dance called the freak\nAnd when ya finally do come into your rhythmic beat\nRest a little while so ya don't get weak\nI know a man named Hank\nHe has more rhymes than a serious bank\nSo come on Hank, uh, sing that song\nTo the rhythm of the boogie the bang bang the bong\nWell, I'm imp the dimp, the ladies pimp\nThe women fight for my delight\nBut I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\nThat shock the house for the young ladies\nAnd when you come inside, into the front\nYou do the freak, spank, and do the bump\nAnd when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\nWe're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\nA-from sun-to-sun and from day-to-day\nI sit down and write a brand new rhyme\nBecause they say that miracles never cease\nI've created a devastating masterpiece\nI'm gonna rock the mike 'til you can't resist\nEverybody, I say, it goes like this\nWell, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\nA reporter stopped me for a interview\nShe said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\nThat I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\nThis young reporter, I did adore\nSo I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\nShe said, \"Damn, fly guy, I'm in love with you!\nThe Casanova legend must have been true!\"\nI said, \"By the way, baby, what's your name?\"\nSaid, \"I go by the name Lois Lane\nAnd you could be my boyfriend, you surely can\nJust let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\"\nI said, \"He's a fairy, I do suppose\nFlyin' through the air in pantyhose\nHe may be very sexy or even cute\nBut he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\"\nI said, \"You need a man who's got finesse\nAnd his whole name across his chest\nHe may be able to fly all through the night\nBut can he rock a party 'til the early light?\nHe can't satisfy you with his little worm\nBut I can bust you out with my super sperm!\"\nI gon' do it, I gon' do it, I gon' do it, do it, do it\n\nAnd I'm here, and I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\nJust throw your hands up in the air\nAnd party hardy like you just don't care\nLet's do it, don't stop y'all\nA-tick a-tock, y'all, you don't stop!\nGo hotel, motel","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rapper’s Delight (long version)\n  artist: The Sugarhill Gang\n  album: Sugarhill Gang\n  duration_ms: 885699\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I said-a hip, hop, the hippie, the hippie\n  To the hip hip hop-a you don't stop the rock\n  It to the bang-bang boogie, say up jump the boogie\n  To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\n  Now what you hear is not a test: I'm rappin' to the beat\n  And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet\n  See, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\n  To the black, to the white, the red\n  And the brown, the purple and yellow\n  But first I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\n  Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\n  Let's rock, you don't stop\n  Rock the riddle that will make your body rock\n  Well, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\n  And next on the mike is my man Hank, come on\n  Hank, sing that song\n  Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN, the O-V-A and the rest is F-L-Y\n  You see, I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\n  And these reasons I'll tell you why\n  You see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun and I dress to a D\n  You see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali and I dress so viciously\n  I got bodyguards, I got two big cars, that definitely ain't the whack\n  I got a Lincoln continental and a sunroof Cadillac\n  So after school, I take a dip in the pool,\n  Which is really on the wall\n  I got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\n  Hear me talking 'bout checkbooks, credit cards,\n  More money than a sucker could ever spend\n  But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the\n  Rucker, not a dime 'til I made it again\n  Everybody go: Hotel, motel\n  Whatcha gonna do today (Say what?)\n  'Cause I'ma get a fly girl\n  Gonna get some spank and drive off in a def OJ\n  Everybody go: Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  You see, if your girl starts acting up, then you take her friend\n  Uh Master Gee, my mellow?\n  It's on you so what you gonna do?\n  Well it's on and on and on, on and on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  I said a M-A-S, a T-E-R, a G with a double E\n  I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man\n  They call the Master Gee\n  Well, my name is known all over the world\n  By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\n  I'm going down in history\n  As the baddest rapper there ever could be\n  Now I'm feeling the highs and you're feeling the lows\n  The beat starts getting into your toes\n  You start popping your fingers and stomping your feet\n  And moving your body while you're sitting in your seat\n  And then damn, you start doing the freak\n  I said damn, right outta your seat\n  Then you throw your hands high in the air\n  You're rocking to the rhythm, shake your derriere\n  Ya rockin' to the beat without a care\n  With the sureshot MCs for the affair\n  Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\n  But I rap to the beat just the same\n  I got a little face, and a pair of brown eyes\n  All I'm here to do, ladies, is hypnotize\n  Singing on an' an' on an' on, on an' on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  Singing on an' an' on an' on, on an' on\n  Like a hot party the pop the pop the pop dibbie dibbie\n  Pop the pop, pop, you don't dare stop\n  Come alive y'all, gimme whatcha got\n  I guess by now you can take a hunch\n  And find that I am the baby of the bunch\n  But that's okay, I still keep in stride\n  'Cos all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\n  Singin' on'n'n'on'n'on n'on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  Singin' on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on\n  Rock rock, y'all, throw it on the floor\n  I'm gonna freak ya here I'm gonna freak you there\n  I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n  'Cos I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\n  I'll put TNT tickin' in your behind\n  I said one, two, three, four, come on, girls, get on the floor\n  A-come alive, y'all, a-gimme whatcha got\n  'Cos I'm guaranteed to make you rock\n  I said one, two, three, four, tell me, Wonder Mike\n  What are you waiting for?\n  I said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n  To the hip hip hop and you don't stop\n  The rock it to the bang bang the boogie\n  Say up jump the boogie, dig the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\n  Skiddlee beebop a we rock a scooby doo\n  And guess what, America: we love you\n  'Cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\n  You could rock 'til you're a hundred and one years old\n  I don't mean to brag I don't mean to boast\n  But we like hot butter on a breakfast toast\n  Rock it up, uh, baby bubbah\n  Baby bubbah to the boogie the bang bang the boogie\n  To the beat beat, it's so unique\n  Come on, everybody, and dance to the beat\n  A hip hop the hippie the hippie\n  To the hip hip hop and you don't stop\n  The rock it out baby boppa to the boogity bang bang\n  Boogie to the boogie, the beat\n  I said I can't wait 'til the end of the week\n  When I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\n  An attempt to raise your body heat\n  Just blow your mind so that you can't speak\n  To do a thing but a rock and shuffle your feet\n  And let it change up to a dance called the freak\n  And when ya finally do come into your rhythmic beat\n  Rest a little while so ya don't get weak\n  I know a man named Hank\n  He has more rhymes than a serious bank\n  So come on Hank, uh, sing that song\n  To the rhythm of the boogie the bang bang the bong\n  Well, I'm imp the dimp, the ladies pimp\n  The women fight for my delight\n  But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\n  That shock the house for the young ladies\n  And when you come inside, into the front\n  You do the freak, spank, and do the bump\n  And when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n  We're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\n  A-from sun-to-sun and from day-to-day\n  I sit down and write a brand new rhyme\n  Because they say that miracles never cease\n  I've created a devastating masterpiece\n  I'm gonna rock the mike 'til you can't resist\n  Everybody, I say, it goes like this\n  Well, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\n  A reporter stopped me for a interview\n  She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\n  That I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\n  This young reporter, I did adore\n  So I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\n  She said, \"Damn, fly guy, I'm in love with you!\n  The Casanova legend must have been true!\"\n  I said, \"By the way, baby, what's your name?\"\n  Said, \"I go by the name Lois Lane\n  And you could be my boyfriend, you surely can\n  Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\"\n  I said, \"He's a fairy, I do suppose\n  Flyin' through the air in pantyhose\n  He may be very sexy or even cute\n  But he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\"\n  I said, \"You need a man who's got finesse\n  And his whole name across his chest\n  He may be able to fly all through the night\n  But can he rock a party 'til the early light?\n  He can't satisfy you with his little worm\n  But I can bust you out with my super sperm!\"\n  I gon' do it, I gon' do it, I gon' do it, do it, do it\n\n  And I'm here, and I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\n  Just throw your hands up in the air\n  And party hardy like you just don't care\n  Let's do it, don't stop y'all\n  A-tick a-tock, y'all, you don't stop!\n  Go hotel, motel\n"},{"id":11216238,"name":"Rapper's Delight (Long Version) (Long Version)","trackName":"Rapper's Delight (Long Version) (Long Version)","artistName":"The Sugarhill Gang","albumName":"Rapper's Delight","duration":875.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I said a hip, hop, a hippie to the hippie\nto the hip hip hop, you don't stop\nthe rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumps the boogie\nto the rhythm of the boogity beat\n\nNow what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin' to the beat\nAnd me, the groove, and my friends, are gonna try to move your feet\nYou see, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\nto the black, to the white, the red, and the brown, the purple and yellow\nBut first, I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\nSay up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\nLet's rock, you don't stop\nRock the rhythm that will make your body rock\n\nWell, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\nAnd next on the mic is my man Hank\nCome on, Hank, sing that song\n\nCheck it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN-the-O-V-A\nand the rest is F-L-Y\nYou see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\nand these reasons I'll tell ya why\nYou see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun\nand I dress to a 'T'\nYou see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali\nand I dress so viciously\n\nI got bodyguards, I got two big cars\nthat definitely ain't the whack\nI got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac\nSo after school, I take a dip in the pool, which really is on the wall\nI got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\nHear me talkin' 'bout checkbooks, credit cards\nMore money than a sucker could ever spend\nBut I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the rucker\nNot a dime 'til I made it again\n\nEverybody go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? (say what?)\nYa say I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin'\nDrive off in a def O.J.\nEverybody go, hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\nSay if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\nMaster Gee, am I mellow?\nIt's on you, so what you gonna do?\n\nWell it's on an' on an' on on an' on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nI said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E\nI said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Master Gee\nWell, my name is known all over the world by all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\nI'm goin' down in history as the baddest rapper there ever could be\n\nNow I'm feelin' the highs and you're feelin' the lows\nThe beat starts gettin' into your toes\nya start poppin' ya fingers and stompin' your feet\nand movin' your body while you're sittin' in your seat\nAnd then damn, you start doin' the freak\nI said damn, right outta your seat\nthen ya throw your hands high in the air\nya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere\nya rockin' to the beat without a care\nwith the sureshot MCs for the affair\n\nNow, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\nbut I rap to the beat just the same\nI got a little face and a pair of brown eyes\nall I'm here to do ladies is hypnotize\nsingin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\nthe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nsingin' on n n on n on on n on\nlike a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie\npop da pop pop ya don't dare stop\ncome alive y'all, gimme what ya got\n\nI guess by now you can take a hunch\nand find that I am the baby of the bunch\nBut that's okay, I still keep in stride\n'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\nSingin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nSingin' on an' an' on an' on on an' on\nRock, rock y'all, throw it on the floor\n\nI'm gonna freak ya here, I'm gonna freak ya there\nI'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n'Cause I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\nI'll put t-t-tickets in your behind\nI said 1-2-3-4, come on girls, get on the floor\na-come alive y'all, a-gimme what ya got\n'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock\nI said 1-2-3-4, tell me Wonder Mike what are you waitin' for?\n\nI said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\nthe hip hip hop, a you don't stop\nthe rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie\nto the rhythm of the boogity beat\nskiddlee beebop we rock a Scoobie-Doo\nAnd guess what America we love you\ncause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\nyou could rock till you're a hundred and one years old\nI don't mean to brag i don't mean to boast\nbut we like hot butter on our breakfast toast\nrock it up baby bubba\nbaby bubba to the boogie da bang bang da boogie\nto the beat beat, its so unique\ncome on everybody and dance to the beat\n\nI said a hip hop the hippie the hippie\nto the hip hip hop, a-you don't stop\nrock it out, pretty bubba to the boogity bang, bang,\nthe boogie to the boogity beat\n\nI said I cant wait 'til the end of the week\nwhen I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\nand attempt to raise your body heat\nJust blow your mind so that you can't speak\nAnd do a thing but a-rock and shuffle your feet\nAnd let it change up to a dance called the freak\nAnd when you finally do come in to your rhythmic beat\nrest a little while so ya don't get weak\nI know a man named Hank\nHe has more rhymes than a serious bank\nSo come on, Hank sing that song\nto the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong\n\nWell, I'm imp, the dimp, the ladies pimp\nThe women fight for my delight\nBut I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\nthat shock the house for the young ladies\nAnd when you come inside, into the front\nyou do the freak, spank, and do the bump\nand when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n\nWe're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\na-from sun to sun and from day to day\nI sit down and write a brand new rhyme\nbecause they say that miracles never cease\nI've created a devastating masterpiece\nI'm gonna rock the mic 'til you cant resist\nEverybody, I say it goes like this\nWell, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\nA reporter stopped me for a interview\nShe said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\nthat I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\nThis young reporter I did adore\nSo I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\nshe said damn fly guy, I'm in love with you\nthe Casanova legend must have been true\nI said by the way, baby what's your name?\nsaid I go by the name of Lois Lane\nand you could be my boyfriend you surely can\njust let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\ni said he's a fairy, i do suppose\nflyin' through the air in pantyhose\nhe may be very sexy or even cute\nbut he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\ni said you need a man who's got finesse\nand his whole name across his chest\nhe may be able to fly all through the night\nbut can he rock a party 'til the early light\nhe can satisfy you with his little worm\nbut I can bust you out with my super sperm\nI go do it, I go do it, I go do it, do it, do it\nan' I'm here an' I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\nJust throw your hands up in the air\nand party hardy like you just don't care\nLet's do it don't stop y'all a tick a tock y'all you don't stop\ngo hotel motel what you gonna do today(say what)\nI'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spank drive off in a def O.J.\neverybody go hotel, motel, holiday inn\nyou say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\nI say skip, dive, what can i say\nI can't fit em all inside my O.J.\nso I just take half and bust them out\nI give the rest to Master Gee so he could shock the house\n\nIt was twelve o'clock, one Friday night\nI was rockin' to the beat and feelin' all right\nEverybody was dancin' on the floor\nDoin' all the things they never did before\nAnd then this fly fly girl with a sexy lean\nShe came into the bar, she came into the scene\nAs she traveled deeper inside the room\nAll the fellas checked out her white Sassoons\nShe came up to the table, looked into my eyes\nThen she turned around and shook her behind\nSo I said to myself, it's time for me to release\nmy vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece\nand now people in the house this is just for you\nA little rap to make you boogaloo\nnow the group you hear is called phase two\nand let me tell you somethin' we're a hell of a crew\nOnce a week we're on the street\njust a-cuttin' the jams and making it free\nFor you to party, you got to have the movies\nSo we'll get right down and give you the groove\nFor you to dance, you gotta get hype\nSo we'll get right down for you tonight\nNow the system's on and the girls are there\nYou definitely have a rockin' affair\nBut let me tell ya somethin' there's still one fact\nThat to have a party, you got to have a rap\nSo when the party's over you're makin' it home\nand tryin' to sleep before the break of dawn\nand while ya sleepin' ya start to dream\nand thinkin' how ya danced on the disco scene\nMy name appears in your mind\nYeah, a name you know that was right on time\nIt was phase two, just a doin' a do\nRockin' you down cause you know we could\nto the rhythm of the beat that makes you freak\ncome alive girls, get on your feet\nTo the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat\nTo the double beat beat that it makes you freak\nTo the rhythm of the beat that says you go on\non an' on into the break of dawn\nNow, I got a man comin' on right now\nHe's guaranteed to throw down\nHe goes by the name of Wonder Mike\ncome on Wonder Mike, do what you like\n\nLike a can of beer that's sweeter than honey\nLike a millionaire that has no money\nLike a rainy day that is not wet\nLike a gamblin' fiend that does not bet\nLike Dracula with out his fangs\nLike the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang\nLike collard greens that don't taste good\nLike a tree that's not made out of wood\nLike goin' up and not comin' down\nis just like the beat without the sound no sound\nto the beat beat, you do the freak\neverybody just rock and dance to the beat\nhave you ever went over a friend's house to eat\nand the food just ain't no good?\nI mean the macaroni's soggy the peas are mushed\nand the chicken tastes like wood\nso you try to play it off like you think you can\nby sayin' that you're full\nand then your friend says momma he's just being polite\nhe ain't finished uh uh that's bull\nso your heart starts pumpin' and you think of a lie\nand you say that you already ate\nand your friend says \"man, there's plenty of food\"\nso he piles some more on your plate\nwhile the stinky food's steamin'\nyour mind starts to dreamin'\nof the moment it's time to leave\nand then you look at your plate\nand your chicken's slowly rottin'\ninto something that looks like cheese\noh so you say that's it, i got to leave this place\nI don't care what these people think\nI'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous\nwith this ugly food that stinks\nso you bust out the door while it's still closed\nstill sick from the food you ate\nand then you run to the store for quick relief\nfrom a bottle of Kaopectate\nand then you call your friend two weeks later\nto see how he has been\nand he says \"I understand about the food\nbaby bubba but we're still friends\"\nwith a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\nthe hip hip a hop a you don't stop the rockin\nto the bang bang boogie\nsay up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogity beat\nI say Hank? can ya rock?\nCan you rock to the rhythm that just don't stop?\nCan you hip me to the shoobie doo?\nI said come on make the make the people move\n\nI go to the halls and then ring the bell\nbecause I am the man with the clientele\nAnd if you ask me why I rock so well\nI'm Big Bank, I got clientele\nand from the time I was only six years old\nI never forgot what I was told\nIt was the best advice that I ever had\nIt came from my wise, dear old dad\nHe said Sit down punk, I wanna talk to you\nand don't say a word until I'm through\nNow, there's a time to laugh a time to cry\nA time to live and a time to die\nA time to break and a time to chill\nTo act civilized or act real ill\nBut whatever you do in your lifetime\nYou never let a MC steal your rhyme\nSo from sixty six 'til this very day\nI'll always remember what he had to say\nSo when the sucker MCs try to chump my style\nI let them know that I'm versatile\nI got style, finesse and a little black book\nThat's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look\nBut there's a thing that separates you from me\nand that is called originality\nbecause my rhymes are on from what you heard\nI didn't even bite and not a goddamn word\nand I say a little more later on tonight\nso the sucker MC's can bite all night\na-tick a-tock y'all a-beat beat y'all\na-let's rock y'all ya don't stop\nYou go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today (say what)\nYou say I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'\nDrive off in a def O.J.\nEverybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\nYou say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friends\na-like that y'all, to the beat y'all\nBeat-beat y'all, you don't stop\na-Master Gee, am I mellow?\nIt's on you so whatcha gonna do?\n\nWell, like Johnny Carson on The Late Show\na-like Frankie Crocker in stereo\nWell, like The Bar-Kays singin' Holy Ghost\nThe sounds to throw down, they're played the most\n\nIt's like my man, Captain Sky\nwhose name he earned with his super sperm\nwe rock and we don't stop\nget off y'all, I'm here to give you whatcha got\nto the beat that it makes you freak\nand come alive girl, get on your feet\na-like a Perry Mason without a case\nLike Farrah Fawcett without her face\n\nLike The Bar-Kays on the mic\nLike gettin' right down for you tonight\nLike movin' your body so ya don't know how\nright to the rhythm and throw down\n\nLike comin' alive to the Master Gee\nThe brother who rocks so viciously\ni said the age of one my life begun\nat the age of two i was doin' the do\nat the age of three it was you and me\nrockin' to the sounds of the Master Gee\nat the age of four i was on the floor\ngivin' all the freaks what they bargained for\nat the age of five i didn't take no jive\nwith the Master Gee, its all the way live\nat the age of six i was a pickin' up sticks\nrappin' to the beat my stick was fixed\nat the age of seven i was rockin' in heaven\ndon'tcha know i went off\ni got right on down to the beat you see\ngettin' right on down makin' all the girls\njust take of their clothes to the beat the beat\nto the double beat beat that makes you freak\nat the age of eight i was really great\ncause every night you see i had a date\nat the age of nine i was right on time\ncause every night i had a party rhyme\ngoin' on n n on n on on n on\nthe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\na sayin' on n n on n on on n on...\nlike a hot buttered de pop de pop de pop\na saying on n n on n on on n on\ncause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\ni am the definite feast delight\ncause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\ni am the definite feast delight\nCall me the Master Gee you see\nthe brother who rocks so viciously","syncedLyrics":"[00:36.12] I said a hip, hop, a hippie to the hippie\n[00:37.94] to the hip hip hop, you don't stop\n[00:39.90] the rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumps the boogie\n[00:42.68] to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n[00:44.47] Now what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin' to the beat\n[00:49.02] And me, the groove, and my friends, are gonna try to move your feet\n[00:52.63] You see, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\n[00:57.32] to the black, to the white, the red, and the brown, the purple and yellow\n[01:00.91] But first, I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\n[01:04.69] Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\n[01:06.42] Let's rock, you don't stop\n[01:08.33] Rock the rhythm that will make your body rock\n[01:11.08] Well, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\n[01:14.75] And next on the mic is my man Hank\n[01:17.52] Come on, Hank, sing that song\n[01:18.42] Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN-the-O-V-A\n[01:21.18] and the rest is F-L-Y\n[01:23.19] You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\n[01:26.00] and these reasons I'll tell ya why\n[01:27.83] You see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun\n[01:30.56] and I dress to a 'T'\n[01:32.36] You see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali\n[01:34.29] and I dress so viciously\n[01:36.12] I got bodyguards, I got two big cars\n[01:38.98] that definitely ain't the whack\n[01:40.88] I got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac\n[01:44.46] So after school, I take a dip in the pool, which really is on the wall\n[01:49.13] I got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\n[01:53.73] Hear me talkin' 'bout checkbooks, credit cards\n[01:55.54] More money than a sucker could ever spend\n[01:58.27] But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the rucker\n[02:01.05] Not a dime 'til I made it again\n[02:01.99] Everybody go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? (say what?)\n[02:07.48] Ya say I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin'\n[02:09.23] Drive off in a def O.J.\n[02:11.16] Everybody go, hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n[02:14.70] Say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\n[02:19.57] Master Gee, am I mellow?\n[02:22.28] It's on you, so what you gonna do?\n[02:24.01] Well it's on an' on an' on on an' on\n[02:26.97] The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n[02:28.70] I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E\n[02:32.36] I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Master Gee\n[02:36.14] Well, my name is known all over the world by all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\n[02:41.65] I'm goin' down in history as the baddest rapper there ever could be\n[02:46.27] Now I'm feelin' the highs and you're feelin' the lows\n[02:48.07] The beat starts gettin' into your toes\n[02:49.84] ya start poppin' ya fingers and stompin' your feet\n[02:52.57] and movin' your body while you're sittin' in your seat\n[02:54.37] And then damn, you start doin' the freak\n[02:57.18] I said damn, right outta your seat\n[02:58.93] then ya throw your hands high in the air\n[03:00.83] ya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere\n[03:02.68] ya rockin' to the beat without a care\n[03:05.56] with the sureshot MCs for the affair\n[03:07.32] Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\n[03:09.17] but I rap to the beat just the same\n[03:11.82] I got a little face and a pair of brown eyes\n[03:13.66] all I'm here to do ladies is hypnotize\n[03:15.50] singin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\n[03:18.47] the beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n[03:20.33] singin' on n n on n on on n on\n[03:23.06] like a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie\n[03:24.86] pop da pop pop ya don't dare stop\n[03:26.71] come alive y'all, gimme what ya got\n[03:28.59] I guess by now you can take a hunch\n[03:31.43] and find that I am the baby of the bunch\n[03:33.22] But that's okay, I still keep in stride\n[03:35.07] 'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\n[03:37.82] Singin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\n[03:39.63] The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n[03:41.44] Singin' on an' an' on an' on on an' on\n[03:44.33] Rock, rock y'all, throw it on the floor\n[03:46.19] I'm gonna freak ya here, I'm gonna freak ya there\n[03:47.99] I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n[03:50.89] 'Cause I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\n[03:52.66] I'll put t-t-tickets in your behind\n[03:54.46] I said 1-2-3-4, come on girls, get on the floor\n[03:59.13] a-come alive y'all, a-gimme what ya got\n[04:01.04] 'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock\n[04:03.74] I said 1-2-3-4, tell me Wonder Mike what are you waitin' for?\n[04:08.22] I said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n[04:10.07] the hip hip hop, a you don't stop\n[04:11.98] the rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie\n[04:14.70] to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n[04:16.54] skiddlee beebop we rock a Scoobie-Doo\n[04:18.30] And guess what America we love you\n[04:21.07] cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\n[04:22.86] you could rock till you're a hundred and one years old\n[04:24.67] I don't mean to brag i don't mean to boast\n[04:27.47] but we like hot butter on our breakfast toast\n[04:29.23] rock it up baby bubba\n[04:32.00] baby bubba to the boogie da bang bang da boogie\n[04:33.83] to the beat beat, its so unique\n[04:35.60] come on everybody and dance to the beat\n[04:39.82] \n[04:56.13] I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie\n[04:57.93] to the hip hip hop, a-you don't stop\n[04:59.84] rock it out, pretty bubba to the boogity bang, bang,\n[05:02.55] the boogie to the boogity beat\n[05:04.32] I said I cant wait 'til the end of the week\n[05:06.27] when I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\n[05:08.98] and attempt to raise your body heat\n[05:10.76] Just blow your mind so that you can't speak\n[05:13.29] And do a thing but a-rock and shuffle your feet\n[05:15.07] And let it change up to a dance called the freak\n[05:17.85] And when you finally do come in to your rhythmic beat\n[05:19.78] rest a little while so ya don't get weak\n[05:21.54] I know a man named Hank\n[05:23.32] He has more rhymes than a serious bank\n[05:26.12] So come on, Hank sing that song\n[05:27.98] to the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong\n[05:29.77] Well, I'm imp, the dimp, the ladies pimp\n[05:31.84] The women fight for my delight\n[05:33.86] But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\n[05:36.75] that shock the house for the young ladies\n[05:38.54] And when you come inside, into the front\n[05:41.20] you do the freak, spank, and do the bump\n[05:43.06] and when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n[05:44.81] We're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\n[05:47.57] a-from sun to sun and from day to day\n[05:49.43] I sit down and write a brand new rhyme\n[05:51.28] because they say that miracles never cease\n[05:54.11] I've created a devastating masterpiece\n[05:55.94] I'm gonna rock the mic 'til you cant resist\n[05:57.82] Everybody, I say it goes like this\n[06:00.51] Well, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\n[06:02.46] A reporter stopped me for a interview\n[06:04.26] She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\n[06:07.15] that I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\n[06:08.91] This young reporter I did adore\n[06:10.77] So I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\n[06:13.62] she said damn fly guy, I'm in love with you\n[06:15.49] the Casanova legend must have been true\n[06:17.23] I said by the way, baby what's your name?\n[06:20.22] said I go by the name of Lois Lane\n[06:22.07] and you could be my boyfriend you surely can\n[06:23.89] just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\n[06:25.70] i said he's a fairy, i do suppose\n[06:28.61] flyin' through the air in pantyhose\n[06:30.42] he may be very sexy or even cute\n[06:33.12] but he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\n[06:34.90] i said you need a man who's got finesse\n[06:36.89] and his whole name across his chest\n[06:39.66] he may be able to fly all through the night\n[06:41.46] but can he rock a party 'til the early light\n[06:43.34] he can satisfy you with his little worm\n[06:46.11] but I can bust you out with my super sperm\n[06:47.97] I go do it, I go do it, I go do it, do it, do it\n[06:51.61] an' I'm here an' I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\n[06:56.22] Just throw your hands up in the air\n[06:58.94] and party hardy like you just don't care\n[07:00.74] Let's do it don't stop y'all a tick a tock y'all you don't stop\n[07:05.31] go hotel motel what you gonna do today(say what)\n[07:09.85] I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spank drive off in a def O.J.\n[07:13.48] everybody go hotel, motel, holiday inn\n[07:17.93] you say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\n[07:21.66] I say skip, dive, what can i say\n[07:24.45] I can't fit em all inside my O.J.\n[07:27.19] so I just take half and bust them out\n[07:28.92] I give the rest to Master Gee so he could shock the house\n[07:30.86] It was twelve o'clock, one Friday night\n[07:32.77] I was rockin' to the beat and feelin' all right\n[07:35.45] Everybody was dancin' on the floor\n[07:37.46] Doin' all the things they never did before\n[07:39.30] And then this fly fly girl with a sexy lean\n[07:42.17] She came into the bar, she came into the scene\n[07:43.93] As she traveled deeper inside the room\n[07:45.80] All the fellas checked out her white Sassoons\n[07:47.77] She came up to the table, looked into my eyes\n[07:50.75] Then she turned around and shook her behind\n[07:52.52] So I said to myself, it's time for me to release\n[07:55.30] my vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece\n[07:56.25] and now people in the house this is just for you\n[07:59.11] A little rap to make you boogaloo\n[08:00.97] now the group you hear is called phase two\n[08:04.71] and let me tell you somethin' we're a hell of a crew\n[08:06.66] Once a week we're on the street\n[08:07.58] just a-cuttin' the jams and making it free\n[08:09.39] For you to party, you got to have the movies\n[08:12.37] So we'll get right down and give you the groove\n[08:14.10] For you to dance, you gotta get hype\n[08:16.23] So we'll get right down for you tonight\n[08:19.01] Now the system's on and the girls are there\n[08:20.81] You definitely have a rockin' affair\n[08:23.58] But let me tell ya somethin' there's still one fact\n[08:25.30] That to have a party, you got to have a rap\n[08:27.15] So when the party's over you're makin' it home\n[08:28.95] and tryin' to sleep before the break of dawn\n[08:31.85] and while ya sleepin' ya start to dream\n[08:33.66] and thinkin' how ya danced on the disco scene\n[08:36.48] My name appears in your mind\n[08:38.23] Yeah, a name you know that was right on time\n[08:40.12] It was phase two, just a doin' a do\n[08:41.93] Rockin' you down cause you know we could\n[08:44.78] to the rhythm of the beat that makes you freak\n[08:48.33] come alive girls, get on your feet\n[08:50.11] To the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat\n[08:51.12] To the double beat beat that it makes you freak\n[08:52.94] To the rhythm of the beat that says you go on\n[08:55.78] on an' on into the break of dawn\n[08:57.57] Now, I got a man comin' on right now\n[08:59.45] He's guaranteed to throw down\n[09:02.29] He goes by the name of Wonder Mike\n[09:04.03] come on Wonder Mike, do what you like\n[09:05.97] Like a can of beer that's sweeter than honey\n[09:07.76] Like a millionaire that has no money\n[09:11.65] Like a rainy day that is not wet\n[09:12.53] Like a gamblin' fiend that does not bet\n[09:15.25] Like Dracula with out his fangs\n[09:17.05] Like the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang\n[09:18.80] Like collard greens that don't taste good\n[09:20.86] Like a tree that's not made out of wood\n[09:23.68] Like goin' up and not comin' down\n[09:26.41] is just like the beat without the sound no sound\n[09:27.29] to the beat beat, you do the freak\n[09:29.35] everybody just rock and dance to the beat\n[09:32.21] have you ever went over a friend's house to eat\n[09:34.03] and the food just ain't no good?\n[09:36.82] I mean the macaroni's soggy the peas are mushed\n[09:38.67] and the chicken tastes like wood\n[09:41.39] so you try to play it off like you think you can\n[09:43.19] by sayin' that you're full\n[09:44.99] and then your friend says momma he's just being polite\n[09:47.63] he ain't finished uh uh that's bull\n[09:48.53] so your heart starts pumpin' and you think of a lie\n[09:51.38] and you say that you already ate\n[09:53.25] and your friend says \"man, there's plenty of food\"\n[09:55.34] so he piles some more on your plate\n[09:57.20] while the stinky food's steamin'\n[09:59.19] your mind starts to dreamin'\n[10:00.02] of the moment it's time to leave\n[10:02.08] and then you look at your plate\n[10:02.95] and your chicken's slowly rottin'\n[10:04.83] into something that looks like cheese\n[10:05.71] oh so you say that's it, i got to leave this place\n[10:08.63] I don't care what these people think\n[10:10.49] I'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous\n[10:13.47] with this ugly food that stinks\n[10:17.15] so you bust out the door while it's still closed\n[10:18.04] still sick from the food you ate\n[10:18.91] and then you run to the store for quick relief\n[10:21.65] from a bottle of Kaopectate\n[10:23.50] and then you call your friend two weeks later\n[10:26.28] to see how he has been\n[10:28.06] and he says \"I understand about the food\n[10:29.88] baby bubba but we're still friends\"\n[10:31.74] with a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n[10:34.58] the hip hip a hop a you don't stop the rockin\n[10:36.42] to the bang bang boogie\n[10:37.46] say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n[10:40.26] I say Hank? can ya rock?\n[10:42.91] Can you rock to the rhythm that just don't stop?\n[10:44.75] Can you hip me to the shoobie doo?\n[10:47.55] I said come on make the make the people move\n[10:49.43] I go to the halls and then ring the bell\n[10:51.28] because I am the man with the clientele\n[10:53.94] And if you ask me why I rock so well\n[10:55.79] I'm Big Bank, I got clientele\n[10:58.62] and from the time I was only six years old\n[11:00.44] I never forgot what I was told\n[11:03.28] It was the best advice that I ever had\n[11:05.95] It came from my wise, dear old dad\n[11:06.83] He said Sit down punk, I wanna talk to you\n[11:08.63] and don't say a word until I'm through\n[11:11.38] Now, there's a time to laugh a time to cry\n[11:13.15] A time to live and a time to die\n[11:15.95] A time to break and a time to chill\n[11:17.77] To act civilized or act real ill\n[11:19.52] But whatever you do in your lifetime\n[11:21.41] You never let a MC steal your rhyme\n[11:26.01] So from sixty six 'til this very day\n[11:26.94] I'll always remember what he had to say\n[11:27.96] So when the sucker MCs try to chump my style\n[11:30.72] I let them know that I'm versatile\n[11:32.62] I got style, finesse and a little black book\n[11:35.33] That's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look\n[11:36.21] But there's a thing that separates you from me\n[11:39.27] and that is called originality\n[11:41.22] because my rhymes are on from what you heard\n[11:44.03] I didn't even bite and not a goddamn word\n[11:45.03] and I say a little more later on tonight\n[11:47.88] so the sucker MC's can bite all night\n[11:49.65] a-tick a-tock y'all a-beat beat y'all\n[11:51.59] a-let's rock y'all ya don't stop\n[11:54.34] You go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today (say what)\n[11:58.99] You say I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'\n[12:00.77] Drive off in a def O.J.\n[12:02.58] Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n[12:06.18] You say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friends\n[12:11.70] a-like that y'all, to the beat y'all\n[12:13.53] Beat-beat y'all, you don't stop\n[12:15.37] a-Master Gee, am I mellow?\n[12:19.96] It's on you so whatcha gonna do?\n[12:20.86] Well, like Johnny Carson on The Late Show\n[12:21.81] a-like Frankie Crocker in stereo\n[12:24.64] Well, like The Bar-Kays singin' Holy Ghost\n[12:26.42] The sounds to throw down, they're played the most\n[12:28.47] It's like my man, Captain Sky\n[12:32.11] whose name he earned with his super sperm\n[12:33.15] we rock and we don't stop\n[12:34.98] get off y'all, I'm here to give you whatcha got\n[12:37.73] to the beat that it makes you freak\n[12:39.59] and come alive girl, get on your feet\n[12:41.45] a-like a Perry Mason without a case\n[12:44.26] Like Farrah Fawcett without her face\n[12:46.01] Like The Bar-Kays on the mic\n[12:47.88] Like gettin' right down for you tonight\n[12:50.87] Like movin' your body so ya don't know how\n[12:52.69] right to the rhythm and throw down\n[12:54.51] Like comin' alive to the Master Gee\n[12:57.40] The brother who rocks so viciously\n[12:59.22] i said the age of one my life begun\n[13:01.09] at the age of two i was doin' the do\n[13:03.86] at the age of three it was you and me\n[13:05.62] rockin' to the sounds of the Master Gee\n[13:07.53] at the age of four i was on the floor\n[13:09.55] givin' all the freaks what they bargained for\n[13:12.50] at the age of five i didn't take no jive\n[13:14.31] with the Master Gee, its all the way live\n[13:17.94] at the age of six i was a pickin' up sticks\n[13:18.80] rappin' to the beat my stick was fixed\n[13:22.54] at the age of seven i was rockin' in heaven\n[13:23.62] don'tcha know i went off\n[13:24.57] i got right on down to the beat you see\n[13:27.51] gettin' right on down makin' all the girls\n[13:29.33] just take of their clothes to the beat the beat\n[13:32.32] to the double beat beat that makes you freak\n[13:35.03] at the age of eight i was really great\n[13:36.01] cause every night you see i had a date\n[13:38.84] at the age of nine i was right on time\n[13:40.68] cause every night i had a party rhyme\n[13:42.70] goin' on n n on n on on n on\n[13:46.38] the beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n[13:47.28] a sayin' on n n on n on on n on...\n[13:49.15] like a hot buttered de pop de pop de pop\n[13:51.84] a saying on n n on n on on n on\n[13:53.69] cause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\n[13:55.64] i am the definite feast delight\n[14:00.31] cause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\n[14:02.29] i am the definite feast delight\n[14:05.05] Call me the Master Gee you see\n[14:06.92] the brother who rocks so viciously\n[14:08.82] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rapper's Delight (Long Version) (Long Version)\n  artist: The Sugarhill Gang\n  album: Rapper's Delight\n  duration_ms: 875000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I said a hip, hop, a hippie to the hippie\n  start_ms: 36120\n  end_ms: 37940\n- text: to the hip hip hop, you don't stop\n  start_ms: 37940\n  end_ms: 39900\n- text: the rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumps the boogie\n  start_ms: 39900\n  end_ms: 42680\n- text: to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n  start_ms: 42680\n  end_ms: 44470\n- text: Now what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin' to the beat\n  start_ms: 44470\n  end_ms: 49020\n- text: And me, the groove, and my friends, are gonna try to move your feet\n  start_ms: 49020\n  end_ms: 52630\n- text: You see, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\n  start_ms: 52630\n  end_ms: 57320\n- text: to the black, to the white, the red, and the brown, the purple and yellow\n  start_ms: 57320\n  end_ms: 60910\n- text: But first, I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\n  start_ms: 60910\n  end_ms: 64690\n- text: Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\n  start_ms: 64690\n  end_ms: 66420\n- text: Let's rock, you don't stop\n  start_ms: 66420\n  end_ms: 68330\n- text: Rock the rhythm that will make your body rock\n  start_ms: 68330\n  end_ms: 71080\n- text: Well, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\n  start_ms: 71080\n  end_ms: 74750\n- text: And next on the mic is my man Hank\n  start_ms: 74750\n  end_ms: 77520\n- text: Come on, Hank, sing that song\n  start_ms: 77520\n  end_ms: 78420\n- text: Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN-the-O-V-A\n  start_ms: 78420\n  end_ms: 81180\n- text: and the rest is F-L-Y\n  start_ms: 81180\n  end_ms: 83190\n- text: You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\n  start_ms: 83190\n  end_ms: 86000\n- text: and these reasons I'll tell ya why\n  start_ms: 86000\n  end_ms: 87830\n- text: You see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun\n  start_ms: 87830\n  end_ms: 90560\n- text: and I dress to a 'T'\n  start_ms: 90560\n  end_ms: 92360\n- text: You see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali\n  start_ms: 92360\n  end_ms: 94290\n- text: and I dress so viciously\n  start_ms: 94290\n  end_ms: 96120\n- text: I got bodyguards, I got two big cars\n  start_ms: 96120\n  end_ms: 98980\n- text: that definitely ain't the whack\n  start_ms: 98980\n  end_ms: 100880\n- text: I got a Lincoln 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(say what?)\n  start_ms: 121990\n  end_ms: 127480\n- text: Ya say I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin'\n  start_ms: 127480\n  end_ms: 129230\n- text: Drive off in a def O.J.\n  start_ms: 129230\n  end_ms: 131160\n- text: Everybody go, hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  start_ms: 131160\n  end_ms: 134700\n- text: Say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\n  start_ms: 134700\n  end_ms: 139570\n- text: Master Gee, am I mellow?\n  start_ms: 139570\n  end_ms: 142280\n- text: It's on you, so what you gonna do?\n  start_ms: 142280\n  end_ms: 144010\n- text: Well it's on an' on an' on on an' on\n  start_ms: 144010\n  end_ms: 146970\n- text: The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  start_ms: 146970\n  end_ms: 148700\n- text: I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E\n  start_ms: 148700\n  end_ms: 152360\n- text: I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Master Gee\n  start_ms: 152360\n  end_ms: 156140\n- text: Well, my name is known all over the world by all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\n  start_ms: 156140\n  end_ms: 161650\n- text: I'm goin' down in history as the baddest rapper there ever could be\n  start_ms: 161650\n  end_ms: 166270\n- text: Now I'm feelin' the highs and you're feelin' the lows\n  start_ms: 166270\n  end_ms: 168070\n- text: The beat starts gettin' into your toes\n  start_ms: 168070\n  end_ms: 169840\n- text: ya start poppin' ya fingers and stompin' your feet\n  start_ms: 169840\n  end_ms: 172570\n- text: and movin' your body while you're sittin' in your seat\n  start_ms: 172570\n  end_ms: 174370\n- text: And then damn, you start doin' the freak\n  start_ms: 174370\n  end_ms: 177180\n- text: I said damn, right outta your seat\n  start_ms: 177180\n  end_ms: 178930\n- text: then ya throw your hands high in the air\n  start_ms: 178930\n  end_ms: 180830\n- text: ya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere\n  start_ms: 180830\n  end_ms: 182680\n- text: ya rockin' to the beat without a care\n  start_ms: 182680\n  end_ms: 185560\n- text: with the sureshot MCs for the affair\n  start_ms: 185560\n  end_ms: 187320\n- text: Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\n  start_ms: 187320\n  end_ms: 189170\n- text: but I rap to the beat just the same\n  start_ms: 189170\n  end_ms: 191820\n- text: I got a little face and a pair of brown eyes\n  start_ms: 191820\n  end_ms: 193660\n- text: all I'm here to do ladies is hypnotize\n  start_ms: 193660\n  end_ms: 195500\n- text: singin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\n  start_ms: 195500\n  end_ms: 198470\n- text: the beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  start_ms: 198470\n  end_ms: 200330\n- text: singin' on n n on n on on n on\n  start_ms: 200330\n  end_ms: 203060\n- text: like a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie\n  start_ms: 203060\n  end_ms: 204860\n- text: pop da pop pop ya don't dare stop\n  start_ms: 204860\n  end_ms: 206710\n- text: come alive y'all, gimme what ya got\n  start_ms: 206710\n  end_ms: 208590\n- text: I guess by now you can take a hunch\n  start_ms: 208590\n  end_ms: 211430\n- text: and find that I am the baby of the bunch\n  start_ms: 211430\n  end_ms: 213220\n- text: But that's okay, I still keep in stride\n  start_ms: 213220\n  end_ms: 215070\n- text: '''Cause all I''m here to do is just wiggle your behind'\n  start_ms: 215070\n  end_ms: 217820\n- text: Singin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\n  start_ms: 217820\n  end_ms: 219630\n- text: The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  start_ms: 219630\n  end_ms: 221440\n- text: Singin' on an' an' on an' on on an' on\n  start_ms: 221440\n  end_ms: 224330\n- text: Rock, rock y'all, throw it on the floor\n  start_ms: 224330\n  end_ms: 226190\n- text: I'm gonna freak ya here, I'm gonna freak ya there\n  start_ms: 226190\n  end_ms: 227990\n- text: I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n  start_ms: 227990\n  end_ms: 230890\n- text: '''Cause I''m one of a kind and I''ll shock your mind'\n  start_ms: 230890\n  end_ms: 232660\n- text: I'll put t-t-tickets in your behind\n  start_ms: 232660\n  end_ms: 234460\n- text: I said 1-2-3-4, come on girls, get on the floor\n  start_ms: 234460\n  end_ms: 239130\n- text: a-come alive y'all, a-gimme what ya got\n  start_ms: 239130\n  end_ms: 241040\n- text: '''Cause I''m guaranteed to make you rock'\n  start_ms: 241040\n  end_ms: 243740\n- text: I said 1-2-3-4, tell me Wonder Mike what are you waitin' for?\n  start_ms: 243740\n  end_ms: 248220\n- text: I said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n  start_ms: 248220\n  end_ms: 250070\n- text: the hip hip hop, a you don't stop\n  start_ms: 250070\n  end_ms: 251980\n- text: the rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie\n  start_ms: 251980\n  end_ms: 254700\n- text: to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n  start_ms: 254700\n  end_ms: 256540\n- text: skiddlee beebop we rock a Scoobie-Doo\n  start_ms: 256540\n  end_ms: 258300\n- text: And guess what America we love you\n  start_ms: 258300\n  end_ms: 261070\n- text: cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\n  start_ms: 261070\n  end_ms: 262860\n- text: you could rock till you're a hundred and one years old\n  start_ms: 262860\n  end_ms: 264670\n- text: I don't mean to brag i don't mean to boast\n  start_ms: 264670\n  end_ms: 267470\n- text: but we like hot butter on our breakfast toast\n  start_ms: 267470\n  end_ms: 269230\n- text: rock it up baby bubba\n  start_ms: 269230\n  end_ms: 272000\n- text: baby bubba to the boogie da bang bang da boogie\n  start_ms: 272000\n  end_ms: 273830\n- text: to the beat beat, its so unique\n  start_ms: 273830\n  end_ms: 275600\n- text: come on everybody and dance to the beat\n  start_ms: 275600\n  end_ms: 279820\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 279820\n  end_ms: 296130\n- text: I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie\n  start_ms: 296130\n  end_ms: 297930\n- text: to the hip hip hop, a-you don't stop\n  start_ms: 297930\n  end_ms: 299840\n- text: rock it out, pretty bubba to the boogity bang, bang,\n  start_ms: 299840\n  end_ms: 302550\n- text: the boogie to the boogity beat\n  start_ms: 302550\n  end_ms: 304320\n- text: I said I cant wait 'til the end of the week\n  start_ms: 304320\n  end_ms: 306270\n- text: when I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\n  start_ms: 306270\n  end_ms: 308980\n- text: and attempt to raise your body heat\n  start_ms: 308980\n  end_ms: 310760\n- text: Just blow your mind so that you can't speak\n  start_ms: 310760\n  end_ms: 313290\n- text: And do a thing but a-rock and shuffle your feet\n  start_ms: 313290\n  end_ms: 315070\n- text: And let it change up to a dance called the freak\n  start_ms: 315070\n  end_ms: 317850\n- text: And when you finally do come in to your rhythmic beat\n  start_ms: 317850\n  end_ms: 319780\n- text: rest a little while so ya don't get weak\n  start_ms: 319780\n  end_ms: 321540\n- text: I know a man named Hank\n  start_ms: 321540\n  end_ms: 323320\n- text: He has more rhymes than a serious bank\n  start_ms: 323320\n  end_ms: 326120\n- text: So come on, Hank sing that song\n  start_ms: 326120\n  end_ms: 327980\n- text: to the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong\n  start_ms: 327980\n  end_ms: 329770\n- text: Well, I'm imp, the dimp, the ladies pimp\n  start_ms: 329770\n  end_ms: 331840\n- text: The women fight for my delight\n  start_ms: 331840\n  end_ms: 333860\n- text: But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\n  start_ms: 333860\n  end_ms: 336750\n- text: that shock the house for the young ladies\n  start_ms: 336750\n  end_ms: 338540\n- text: And when you come inside, into the front\n  start_ms: 338540\n  end_ms: 341200\n- text: you do the freak, spank, and do the bump\n  start_ms: 341200\n  end_ms: 343060\n- text: and when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n  start_ms: 343060\n  end_ms: 344810\n- text: We're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\n  start_ms: 344810\n  end_ms: 347570\n- text: a-from sun to sun and from day to day\n  start_ms: 347570\n  end_ms: 349430\n- text: I sit down and write a brand new rhyme\n  start_ms: 349430\n  end_ms: 351280\n- text: because they say that miracles never cease\n  start_ms: 351280\n  end_ms: 354110\n- text: I've created a devastating masterpiece\n  start_ms: 354110\n  end_ms: 355940\n- text: I'm gonna rock the mic 'til you cant resist\n  start_ms: 355940\n  end_ms: 357820\n- text: Everybody, I say it goes like this\n  start_ms: 357820\n  end_ms: 360510\n- text: Well, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\n  start_ms: 360510\n  end_ms: 362460\n- text: A reporter stopped me for a interview\n  start_ms: 362460\n  end_ms: 364260\n- text: She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\n  start_ms: 364260\n  end_ms: 367150\n- text: that I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\n  start_ms: 367150\n  end_ms: 368910\n- text: This young reporter I did adore\n  start_ms: 368910\n  end_ms: 370770\n- text: So I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\n  start_ms: 370770\n  end_ms: 373620\n- text: she said damn fly guy, I'm in love with you\n  start_ms: 373620\n  end_ms: 375490\n- text: the Casanova legend must have been true\n  start_ms: 375490\n  end_ms: 377230\n- text: I said by the way, baby what's your name?\n  start_ms: 377230\n  end_ms: 380220\n- text: said I go by the name of Lois Lane\n  start_ms: 380220\n  end_ms: 382070\n- text: and you could be my boyfriend you surely can\n  start_ms: 382070\n  end_ms: 383890\n- text: just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\n  start_ms: 383890\n  end_ms: 385700\n- text: i said he's a fairy, i do suppose\n  start_ms: 385700\n  end_ms: 388610\n- text: flyin' through the air in pantyhose\n  start_ms: 388610\n  end_ms: 390420\n- text: he may be very sexy or even cute\n  start_ms: 390420\n  end_ms: 393120\n- text: but he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\n  start_ms: 393120\n  end_ms: 394900\n- text: i said you need a man who's got finesse\n  start_ms: 394900\n  end_ms: 396890\n- text: and his whole name across his chest\n  start_ms: 396890\n  end_ms: 399660\n- text: he may be able to fly all through the night\n  start_ms: 399660\n  end_ms: 401460\n- text: but can he rock a party 'til the early light\n  start_ms: 401460\n  end_ms: 403340\n- text: he can satisfy you with his little worm\n  start_ms: 403340\n  end_ms: 406110\n- text: but I can bust you out with my super sperm\n  start_ms: 406110\n  end_ms: 407970\n- text: I go do it, I go do it, I go do it, do it, do it\n  start_ms: 407970\n  end_ms: 411610\n- text: an' I'm here an' I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\n  start_ms: 411610\n  end_ms: 416220\n- text: Just throw your hands up in the air\n  start_ms: 416220\n  end_ms: 418940\n- text: and party hardy like you just don't care\n  start_ms: 418940\n  end_ms: 420740\n- text: Let's do it don't stop y'all a tick a tock y'all you don't stop\n  start_ms: 420740\n  end_ms: 425310\n- text: go hotel motel what you gonna do today(say what)\n  start_ms: 425310\n  end_ms: 429850\n- text: I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spank drive off in a def O.J.\n  start_ms: 429850\n  end_ms: 433480\n- text: everybody go hotel, motel, holiday inn\n  start_ms: 433480\n  end_ms: 437930\n- text: you say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\n  start_ms: 437930\n  end_ms: 441660\n- text: I say skip, dive, what can i say\n  start_ms: 441660\n  end_ms: 444450\n- text: I can't fit em all inside my O.J.\n  start_ms: 444450\n  end_ms: 447190\n- text: so I just take half and bust them out\n  start_ms: 447190\n  end_ms: 448920\n- text: I give the rest to Master Gee so he could shock the house\n  start_ms: 448920\n  end_ms: 450860\n- text: It was twelve o'clock, one Friday night\n  start_ms: 450860\n  end_ms: 452770\n- text: I was rockin' to the beat and feelin' all right\n  start_ms: 452770\n  end_ms: 455450\n- text: Everybody was dancin' on the floor\n  start_ms: 455450\n  end_ms: 457460\n- text: Doin' all the things they never did before\n  start_ms: 457460\n  end_ms: 459300\n- text: And then this fly fly girl with a sexy lean\n  start_ms: 459300\n  end_ms: 462170\n- text: She came into the bar, she came into the scene\n  start_ms: 462170\n  end_ms: 463930\n- text: As she traveled deeper inside the room\n  start_ms: 463930\n  end_ms: 465800\n- text: All the fellas checked out her white Sassoons\n  start_ms: 465800\n  end_ms: 467770\n- text: She came up to the table, looked into my eyes\n  start_ms: 467770\n  end_ms: 470750\n- text: Then she turned around and shook her behind\n  start_ms: 470750\n  end_ms: 472520\n- text: So I said to myself, it's time for me to release\n  start_ms: 472520\n  end_ms: 475300\n- text: my vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece\n  start_ms: 475300\n  end_ms: 476250\n- text: and now people in the house this is just for you\n  start_ms: 476250\n  end_ms: 479110\n- text: A little rap to make you boogaloo\n  start_ms: 479110\n  end_ms: 480970\n- text: now the group you hear is called phase two\n  start_ms: 480970\n  end_ms: 484710\n- text: and let me tell you somethin' we're a hell of a crew\n  start_ms: 484710\n  end_ms: 486660\n- text: Once a week we're on the street\n  start_ms: 486660\n  end_ms: 487580\n- text: just a-cuttin' the jams and making it free\n  start_ms: 487580\n  end_ms: 489390\n- text: For you to party, you got to have the movies\n  start_ms: 489390\n  end_ms: 492370\n- text: So we'll get right down and give you the groove\n  start_ms: 492370\n  end_ms: 494100\n- text: For you to dance, you gotta get hype\n  start_ms: 494100\n  end_ms: 496230\n- text: So we'll get right down for you tonight\n  start_ms: 496230\n  end_ms: 499010\n- text: Now the system's on and the girls are there\n  start_ms: 499010\n  end_ms: 500810\n- text: You definitely have a rockin' affair\n  start_ms: 500810\n  end_ms: 503580\n- text: But let me tell ya somethin' there's still one fact\n  start_ms: 503580\n  end_ms: 505300\n- text: That to have a party, you got to have a rap\n  start_ms: 505300\n  end_ms: 507150\n- text: So when the party's over you're makin' it home\n  start_ms: 507150\n  end_ms: 508950\n- text: and tryin' to sleep before the break of dawn\n  start_ms: 508950\n  end_ms: 511850\n- text: and while ya sleepin' ya start to dream\n  start_ms: 511850\n  end_ms: 513660\n- text: and thinkin' how ya danced on the disco scene\n  start_ms: 513660\n  end_ms: 516480\n- text: My name appears in your mind\n  start_ms: 516480\n  end_ms: 518230\n- text: Yeah, a name you know that was right on time\n  start_ms: 518230\n  end_ms: 520120\n- text: It was phase two, just a doin' a do\n  start_ms: 520120\n  end_ms: 521930\n- text: Rockin' you down cause you know we could\n  start_ms: 521930\n  end_ms: 524780\n- text: to the rhythm of the beat that makes you freak\n  start_ms: 524780\n  end_ms: 528330\n- text: come alive girls, get on your feet\n  start_ms: 528330\n  end_ms: 530110\n- text: To the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat\n  start_ms: 530110\n  end_ms: 531120\n- text: To the double beat beat that it makes you freak\n  start_ms: 531120\n  end_ms: 532940\n- text: To the rhythm of the beat that says you go on\n  start_ms: 532940\n  end_ms: 535780\n- text: on an' on into the break of dawn\n  start_ms: 535780\n  end_ms: 537570\n- text: Now, I got a man comin' on right now\n  start_ms: 537570\n  end_ms: 539450\n- text: He's guaranteed to throw down\n  start_ms: 539450\n  end_ms: 542290\n- text: He goes by the name of Wonder Mike\n  start_ms: 542290\n  end_ms: 544030\n- text: come on Wonder Mike, do what you like\n  start_ms: 544030\n  end_ms: 545970\n- text: Like a can of beer that's sweeter than honey\n  start_ms: 545970\n  end_ms: 547760\n- text: Like a millionaire that has no money\n  start_ms: 547760\n  end_ms: 551650\n- text: Like a rainy day that is not wet\n  start_ms: 551650\n  end_ms: 552530\n- text: Like a gamblin' fiend that does not bet\n  start_ms: 552530\n  end_ms: 555250\n- text: Like Dracula with out his fangs\n  start_ms: 555250\n  end_ms: 557050\n- text: Like the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang\n  start_ms: 557050\n  end_ms: 558800\n- text: Like collard greens that don't taste good\n  start_ms: 558800\n  end_ms: 560860\n- text: Like a tree that's not made out of wood\n  start_ms: 560860\n  end_ms: 563680\n- text: Like goin' up and not comin' down\n  start_ms: 563680\n  end_ms: 566410\n- text: is just like the beat without the sound no sound\n  start_ms: 566410\n  end_ms: 567290\n- text: to the beat beat, you do the freak\n  start_ms: 567290\n  end_ms: 569350\n- text: everybody just rock and dance to the beat\n  start_ms: 569350\n  end_ms: 572210\n- text: have you ever went over a friend's house to eat\n  start_ms: 572210\n  end_ms: 574030\n- text: and the food just ain't no good?\n  start_ms: 574030\n  end_ms: 576820\n- text: I mean the macaroni's soggy the peas are mushed\n  start_ms: 576820\n  end_ms: 578670\n- text: and the chicken tastes like wood\n  start_ms: 578670\n  end_ms: 581390\n- text: so you try to play it off like you think you can\n  start_ms: 581390\n  end_ms: 583190\n- text: by sayin' that you're full\n  start_ms: 583190\n  end_ms: 584990\n- text: and then your friend says momma he's just being polite\n  start_ms: 584990\n  end_ms: 587630\n- text: he ain't finished uh uh that's bull\n  start_ms: 587630\n  end_ms: 588530\n- text: so your heart starts pumpin' and you think of a lie\n  start_ms: 588530\n  end_ms: 591380\n- text: and you say that you already ate\n  start_ms: 591380\n  end_ms: 593250\n- text: and your friend says \"man, there's plenty of food\"\n  start_ms: 593250\n  end_ms: 595340\n- text: so he piles some more on your plate\n  start_ms: 595340\n  end_ms: 597200\n- text: while the stinky food's steamin'\n  start_ms: 597200\n  end_ms: 599190\n- text: your mind starts to dreamin'\n  start_ms: 599190\n  end_ms: 600020\n- text: of the moment it's time to leave\n  start_ms: 600020\n  end_ms: 602080\n- text: and then you look at your plate\n  start_ms: 602080\n  end_ms: 602950\n- text: and your chicken's slowly rottin'\n  start_ms: 602950\n  end_ms: 604830\n- text: into something that looks like cheese\n  start_ms: 604830\n  end_ms: 605710\n- text: oh so you say that's it, i got to leave this place\n  start_ms: 605710\n  end_ms: 608630\n- text: I don't care what these people think\n  start_ms: 608630\n  end_ms: 610490\n- text: I'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous\n  start_ms: 610490\n  end_ms: 613470\n- text: with this ugly food that stinks\n  start_ms: 613470\n  end_ms: 617150\n- text: so you bust out the door while it's still closed\n  start_ms: 617150\n  end_ms: 618040\n- text: still sick from the food you ate\n  start_ms: 618040\n  end_ms: 618910\n- text: and then you run to the store for quick relief\n  start_ms: 618910\n  end_ms: 621650\n- text: from a bottle of Kaopectate\n  start_ms: 621650\n  end_ms: 623500\n- text: and then you call your friend two weeks later\n  start_ms: 623500\n  end_ms: 626280\n- text: to see how he has been\n  start_ms: 626280\n  end_ms: 628060\n- text: and he says \"I understand about the food\n  start_ms: 628060\n  end_ms: 629880\n- text: baby bubba but we're still friends\"\n  start_ms: 629880\n  end_ms: 631740\n- text: with a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n  start_ms: 631740\n  end_ms: 634580\n- text: the hip hip a hop a you don't stop the rockin\n  start_ms: 634580\n  end_ms: 636420\n- text: to the bang bang boogie\n  start_ms: 636420\n  end_ms: 637460\n- text: say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n  start_ms: 637460\n  end_ms: 640260\n- text: I say Hank? can ya rock?\n  start_ms: 640260\n  end_ms: 642910\n- text: Can you rock to the rhythm that just don't stop?\n  start_ms: 642910\n  end_ms: 644750\n- text: Can you hip me to the shoobie doo?\n  start_ms: 644750\n  end_ms: 647550\n- text: I said come on make the make the people move\n  start_ms: 647550\n  end_ms: 649430\n- text: I go to the halls and then ring the bell\n  start_ms: 649430\n  end_ms: 651280\n- text: because I am the man with the clientele\n  start_ms: 651280\n  end_ms: 653940\n- text: And if you ask me why I rock so well\n  start_ms: 653940\n  end_ms: 655790\n- text: I'm Big Bank, I got clientele\n  start_ms: 655790\n  end_ms: 658620\n- text: and from the time I was only six years old\n  start_ms: 658620\n  end_ms: 660440\n- text: I never forgot what I was told\n  start_ms: 660440\n  end_ms: 663280\n- text: It was the best advice that I ever had\n  start_ms: 663280\n  end_ms: 665950\n- text: It came from my wise, dear old dad\n  start_ms: 665950\n  end_ms: 666830\n- text: He said Sit down punk, I wanna talk to you\n  start_ms: 666830\n  end_ms: 668630\n- text: and don't say a word until I'm through\n  start_ms: 668630\n  end_ms: 671380\n- text: Now, there's a time to laugh a time to cry\n  start_ms: 671380\n  end_ms: 673150\n- text: A time to live and a time to die\n  start_ms: 673150\n  end_ms: 675950\n- text: A time to break and a time to chill\n  start_ms: 675950\n  end_ms: 677770\n- text: To act civilized or act real ill\n  start_ms: 677770\n  end_ms: 679520\n- text: But whatever you do in your lifetime\n  start_ms: 679520\n  end_ms: 681410\n- text: You never let a MC steal your rhyme\n  start_ms: 681410\n  end_ms: 686010\n- text: So from sixty six 'til this very day\n  start_ms: 686010\n  end_ms: 686940\n- text: I'll always remember what he had to say\n  start_ms: 686940\n  end_ms: 687960\n- text: So when the sucker MCs try to chump my style\n  start_ms: 687960\n  end_ms: 690720\n- text: I let them know that I'm versatile\n  start_ms: 690720\n  end_ms: 692620\n- text: I got style, finesse and a little black book\n  start_ms: 692620\n  end_ms: 695330\n- text: That's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look\n  start_ms: 695330\n  end_ms: 696210\n- text: But there's a thing that separates you from me\n  start_ms: 696210\n  end_ms: 699270\n- text: and that is called originality\n  start_ms: 699270\n  end_ms: 701220\n- text: because my rhymes are on from what you heard\n  start_ms: 701220\n  end_ms: 704030\n- text: I didn't even bite and not a goddamn word\n  start_ms: 704030\n  end_ms: 705030\n- text: and I say a little more later on tonight\n  start_ms: 705030\n  end_ms: 707880\n- text: so the sucker MC's can bite all night\n  start_ms: 707880\n  end_ms: 709650\n- text: a-tick a-tock y'all a-beat beat y'all\n  start_ms: 709650\n  end_ms: 711590\n- text: a-let's rock y'all ya don't stop\n  start_ms: 711590\n  end_ms: 714340\n- text: You go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today (say what)\n  start_ms: 714340\n  end_ms: 718990\n- text: You say I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'\n  start_ms: 718990\n  end_ms: 720770\n- text: Drive off in a def O.J.\n  start_ms: 720770\n  end_ms: 722580\n- text: Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  start_ms: 722580\n  end_ms: 726180\n- text: You say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friends\n  start_ms: 726180\n  end_ms: 731700\n- text: a-like that y'all, to the beat y'all\n  start_ms: 731700\n  end_ms: 733530\n- text: Beat-beat y'all, you don't stop\n  start_ms: 733530\n  end_ms: 735370\n- text: a-Master Gee, am I mellow?\n  start_ms: 735370\n  end_ms: 739960\n- text: It's on you so whatcha gonna do?\n  start_ms: 739960\n  end_ms: 740860\n- text: Well, like Johnny Carson on The Late Show\n  start_ms: 740860\n  end_ms: 741810\n- text: a-like Frankie Crocker in stereo\n  start_ms: 741810\n  end_ms: 744640\n- text: Well, like The Bar-Kays singin' Holy Ghost\n  start_ms: 744640\n  end_ms: 746420\n- text: The sounds to throw down, they're played the most\n  start_ms: 746420\n  end_ms: 748470\n- text: It's like my man, Captain Sky\n  start_ms: 748470\n  end_ms: 752110\n- text: whose name he earned with his super sperm\n  start_ms: 752110\n  end_ms: 753150\n- text: we rock and we don't stop\n  start_ms: 753150\n  end_ms: 754980\n- text: get off y'all, I'm here to give you whatcha got\n  start_ms: 754980\n  end_ms: 757730\n- text: to the beat that it makes you freak\n  start_ms: 757730\n  end_ms: 759590\n- text: and come alive girl, get on your feet\n  start_ms: 759590\n  end_ms: 761450\n- text: a-like a Perry Mason without a case\n  start_ms: 761450\n  end_ms: 764260\n- text: Like Farrah Fawcett without her face\n  start_ms: 764260\n  end_ms: 766010\n- text: Like The Bar-Kays on the mic\n  start_ms: 766010\n  end_ms: 767880\n- text: Like gettin' right down for you tonight\n  start_ms: 767880\n  end_ms: 770870\n- text: Like movin' your body so ya don't know how\n  start_ms: 770870\n  end_ms: 772690\n- text: right to the rhythm and throw down\n  start_ms: 772690\n  end_ms: 774510\n- text: Like comin' alive to the Master Gee\n  start_ms: 774510\n  end_ms: 777400\n- text: The brother who rocks so viciously\n  start_ms: 777400\n  end_ms: 779220\n- text: i said the age of one my life begun\n  start_ms: 779220\n  end_ms: 781090\n- text: at the age of two i was doin' the do\n  start_ms: 781090\n  end_ms: 783860\n- text: at the age of three it was you and me\n  start_ms: 783860\n  end_ms: 785620\n- text: rockin' to the sounds of the Master Gee\n  start_ms: 785620\n  end_ms: 787530\n- text: at the age of four i was on the floor\n  start_ms: 787530\n  end_ms: 789550\n- text: givin' all the freaks what they bargained for\n  start_ms: 789550\n  end_ms: 792500\n- text: at the age of five i didn't take no jive\n  start_ms: 792500\n  end_ms: 794310\n- text: with the Master Gee, its all the way live\n  start_ms: 794310\n  end_ms: 797940\n- text: at the age of six i was a pickin' up sticks\n  start_ms: 797940\n  end_ms: 798800\n- text: rappin' to the beat my stick was fixed\n  start_ms: 798800\n  end_ms: 802540\n- text: at the age of seven i was rockin' in heaven\n  start_ms: 802540\n  end_ms: 803620\n- text: don'tcha know i went off\n  start_ms: 803620\n  end_ms: 804570\n- text: i got right on down to the beat you see\n  start_ms: 804570\n  end_ms: 807510\n- text: gettin' right on down makin' all the girls\n  start_ms: 807510\n  end_ms: 809330\n- text: just take of their clothes to the beat the beat\n  start_ms: 809330\n  end_ms: 812320\n- text: to the double beat beat that makes you freak\n  start_ms: 812320\n  end_ms: 815030\n- text: at the age of eight i was really great\n  start_ms: 815030\n  end_ms: 816010\n- text: cause every night you see i had a date\n  start_ms: 816010\n  end_ms: 818840\n- text: at the age of nine i was right on time\n  start_ms: 818840\n  end_ms: 820680\n- text: cause every night i had a party rhyme\n  start_ms: 820680\n  end_ms: 822700\n- text: goin' on n n on n on on n on\n  start_ms: 822700\n  end_ms: 826380\n- text: the beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  start_ms: 826380\n  end_ms: 827280\n- text: a sayin' on n n on n on on n on...\n  start_ms: 827280\n  end_ms: 829150\n- text: like a hot buttered de pop de pop de pop\n  start_ms: 829150\n  end_ms: 831840\n- text: a saying on n n on n on on n on\n  start_ms: 831840\n  end_ms: 833690\n- text: cause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\n  start_ms: 833690\n  end_ms: 835640\n- text: i am the definite feast delight\n  start_ms: 835640\n  end_ms: 840310\n- text: cause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\n  start_ms: 840310\n  end_ms: 842290\n- text: i am the definite feast delight\n  start_ms: 842290\n  end_ms: 845050\n- text: Call me the Master Gee you see\n  start_ms: 845050\n  end_ms: 846920\n- text: the brother who rocks so viciously\n  start_ms: 846920\n  end_ms: 848820\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 848820\nplain: |-\n  I said a hip, hop, a hippie to the hippie\n  to the hip hip hop, you don't stop\n  the rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumps the boogie\n  to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n\n  Now what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin' to the beat\n  And me, the groove, and my friends, are gonna try to move your feet\n  You see, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\n  to the black, to the white, the red, and the brown, the purple and yellow\n  But first, I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\n  Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\n  Let's rock, you don't stop\n  Rock the rhythm that will make your body rock\n\n  Well, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\n  And next on the mic is my man Hank\n  Come on, Hank, sing that song\n\n  Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN-the-O-V-A\n  and the rest is F-L-Y\n  You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\n  and these reasons I'll tell ya why\n  You see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun\n  and I dress to a 'T'\n  You see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali\n  and I dress so viciously\n\n  I got bodyguards, I got two big cars\n  that definitely ain't the whack\n  I got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac\n  So after school, I take a dip in the pool, which really is on the wall\n  I got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\n  Hear me talkin' 'bout checkbooks, credit cards\n  More money than a sucker could ever spend\n  But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the rucker\n  Not a dime 'til I made it again\n\n  Everybody go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? (say what?)\n  Ya say I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin'\n  Drive off in a def O.J.\n  Everybody go, hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  Say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\n  Master Gee, am I mellow?\n  It's on you, so what you gonna do?\n\n  Well it's on an' on an' on on an' on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E\n  I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Master Gee\n  Well, my name is known all over the world by all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\n  I'm goin' down in history as the baddest rapper there ever could be\n\n  Now I'm feelin' the highs and you're feelin' the lows\n  The beat starts gettin' into your toes\n  ya start poppin' ya fingers and stompin' your feet\n  and movin' your body while you're sittin' in your seat\n  And then damn, you start doin' the freak\n  I said damn, right outta your seat\n  then ya throw your hands high in the air\n  ya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere\n  ya rockin' to the beat without a care\n  with the sureshot MCs for the affair\n\n  Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\n  but I rap to the beat just the same\n  I got a little face and a pair of brown eyes\n  all I'm here to do ladies is hypnotize\n  singin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\n  the beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  singin' on n n on n on on n on\n  like a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie\n  pop da pop pop ya don't dare stop\n  come alive y'all, gimme what ya got\n\n  I guess by now you can take a hunch\n  and find that I am the baby of the bunch\n  But that's okay, I still keep in stride\n  'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\n  Singin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  Singin' on an' an' on an' on on an' on\n  Rock, rock y'all, throw it on the floor\n\n  I'm gonna freak ya here, I'm gonna freak ya there\n  I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n  'Cause I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\n  I'll put t-t-tickets in your behind\n  I said 1-2-3-4, come on girls, get on the floor\n  a-come alive y'all, a-gimme what ya got\n  'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock\n  I said 1-2-3-4, tell me Wonder Mike what are you waitin' for?\n\n  I said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n  the hip hip hop, a you don't stop\n  the rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie\n  to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n  skiddlee beebop we rock a Scoobie-Doo\n  And guess what America we love you\n  cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\n  you could rock till you're a hundred and one years old\n  I don't mean to brag i don't mean to boast\n  but we like hot butter on our breakfast toast\n  rock it up baby bubba\n  baby bubba to the boogie da bang bang da boogie\n  to the beat beat, its so unique\n  come on everybody and dance to the beat\n\n  I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie\n  to the hip hip hop, a-you don't stop\n  rock it out, pretty bubba to the boogity bang, bang,\n  the boogie to the boogity beat\n\n  I said I cant wait 'til the end of the week\n  when I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\n  and attempt to raise your body heat\n  Just blow your mind so that you can't speak\n  And do a thing but a-rock and shuffle your feet\n  And let it change up to a dance called the freak\n  And when you finally do come in to your rhythmic beat\n  rest a little while so ya don't get weak\n  I know a man named Hank\n  He has more rhymes than a serious bank\n  So come on, Hank sing that song\n  to the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong\n\n  Well, I'm imp, the dimp, the ladies pimp\n  The women fight for my delight\n  But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\n  that shock the house for the young ladies\n  And when you come inside, into the front\n  you do the freak, spank, and do the bump\n  and when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n\n  We're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\n  a-from sun to sun and from day to day\n  I sit down and write a brand new rhyme\n  because they say that miracles never cease\n  I've created a devastating masterpiece\n  I'm gonna rock the mic 'til you cant resist\n  Everybody, I say it goes like this\n  Well, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\n  A reporter stopped me for a interview\n  She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\n  that I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\n  This young reporter I did adore\n  So I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\n  she said damn fly guy, I'm in love with you\n  the Casanova legend must have been true\n  I said by the way, baby what's your name?\n  said I go by the name of Lois Lane\n  and you could be my boyfriend you surely can\n  just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\n  i said he's a fairy, i do suppose\n  flyin' through the air in pantyhose\n  he may be very sexy or even cute\n  but he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\n  i said you need a man who's got finesse\n  and his whole name across his chest\n  he may be able to fly all through the night\n  but can he rock a party 'til the early light\n  he can satisfy you with his little worm\n  but I can bust you out with my super sperm\n  I go do it, I go do it, I go do it, do it, do it\n  an' I'm here an' I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\n  Just throw your hands up in the air\n  and party hardy like you just don't care\n  Let's do it don't stop y'all a tick a tock y'all you don't stop\n  go hotel motel what you gonna do today(say what)\n  I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spank drive off in a def O.J.\n  everybody go hotel, motel, holiday inn\n  you say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\n  I say skip, dive, what can i say\n  I can't fit em all inside my O.J.\n  so I just take half and bust them out\n  I give the rest to Master Gee so he could shock the house\n\n  It was twelve o'clock, one Friday night\n  I was rockin' to the beat and feelin' all right\n  Everybody was dancin' on the floor\n  Doin' all the things they never did before\n  And then this fly fly girl with a sexy lean\n  She came into the bar, she came into the scene\n  As she traveled deeper inside the room\n  All the fellas checked out her white Sassoons\n  She came up to the table, looked into my eyes\n  Then she turned around and shook her behind\n  So I said to myself, it's time for me to release\n  my vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece\n  and now people in the house this is just for you\n  A little rap to make you boogaloo\n  now the group you hear is called phase two\n  and let me tell you somethin' we're a hell of a crew\n  Once a week we're on the street\n  just a-cuttin' the jams and making it free\n  For you to party, you got to have the movies\n  So we'll get right down and give you the groove\n  For you to dance, you gotta get hype\n  So we'll get right down for you tonight\n  Now the system's on and the girls are there\n  You definitely have a rockin' affair\n  But let me tell ya somethin' there's still one fact\n  That to have a party, you got to have a rap\n  So when the party's over you're makin' it home\n  and tryin' to sleep before the break of dawn\n  and while ya sleepin' ya start to dream\n  and thinkin' how ya danced on the disco scene\n  My name appears in your mind\n  Yeah, a name you know that was right on time\n  It was phase two, just a doin' a do\n  Rockin' you down cause you know we could\n  to the rhythm of the beat that makes you freak\n  come alive girls, get on your feet\n  To the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat\n  To the double beat beat that it makes you freak\n  To the rhythm of the beat that says you go on\n  on an' on into the break of dawn\n  Now, I got a man comin' on right now\n  He's guaranteed to throw down\n  He goes by the name of Wonder Mike\n  come on Wonder Mike, do what you like\n\n  Like a can of beer that's sweeter than honey\n  Like a millionaire that has no money\n  Like a rainy day that is not wet\n  Like a gamblin' fiend that does not bet\n  Like Dracula with out his fangs\n  Like the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang\n  Like collard greens that don't taste good\n  Like a tree that's not made out of wood\n  Like goin' up and not comin' down\n  is just like the beat without the sound no sound\n  to the beat beat, you do the freak\n  everybody just rock and dance to the beat\n  have you ever went over a friend's house to eat\n  and the food just ain't no good?\n  I mean the macaroni's soggy the peas are mushed\n  and the chicken tastes like wood\n  so you try to play it off like you think you can\n  by sayin' that you're full\n  and then your friend says momma he's just being polite\n  he ain't finished uh uh that's bull\n  so your heart starts pumpin' and you think of a lie\n  and you say that you already ate\n  and your friend says \"man, there's plenty of food\"\n  so he piles some more on your plate\n  while the stinky food's steamin'\n  your mind starts to dreamin'\n  of the moment it's time to leave\n  and then you look at your plate\n  and your chicken's slowly rottin'\n  into something that looks like cheese\n  oh so you say that's it, i got to leave this place\n  I don't care what these people think\n  I'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous\n  with this ugly food that stinks\n  so you bust out the door while it's still closed\n  still sick from the food you ate\n  and then you run to the store for quick relief\n  from a bottle of Kaopectate\n  and then you call your friend two weeks later\n  to see how he has been\n  and he says \"I understand about the food\n  baby bubba but we're still friends\"\n  with a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n  the hip hip a hop a you don't stop the rockin\n  to the bang bang boogie\n  say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n  I say Hank? can ya rock?\n  Can you rock to the rhythm that just don't stop?\n  Can you hip me to the shoobie doo?\n  I said come on make the make the people move\n\n  I go to the halls and then ring the bell\n  because I am the man with the clientele\n  And if you ask me why I rock so well\n  I'm Big Bank, I got clientele\n  and from the time I was only six years old\n  I never forgot what I was told\n  It was the best advice that I ever had\n  It came from my wise, dear old dad\n  He said Sit down punk, I wanna talk to you\n  and don't say a word until I'm through\n  Now, there's a time to laugh a time to cry\n  A time to live and a time to die\n  A time to break and a time to chill\n  To act civilized or act real ill\n  But whatever you do in your lifetime\n  You never let a MC steal your rhyme\n  So from sixty six 'til this very day\n  I'll always remember what he had to say\n  So when the sucker MCs try to chump my style\n  I let them know that I'm versatile\n  I got style, finesse and a little black book\n  That's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look\n  But there's a thing that separates you from me\n  and that is called originality\n  because my rhymes are on from what you heard\n  I didn't even bite and not a goddamn word\n  and I say a little more later on tonight\n  so the sucker MC's can bite all night\n  a-tick a-tock y'all a-beat beat y'all\n  a-let's rock y'all ya don't stop\n  You go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today (say what)\n  You say I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'\n  Drive off in a def O.J.\n  Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  You say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friends\n  a-like that y'all, to the beat y'all\n  Beat-beat y'all, you don't stop\n  a-Master Gee, am I mellow?\n  It's on you so whatcha gonna do?\n\n  Well, like Johnny Carson on The Late Show\n  a-like Frankie Crocker in stereo\n  Well, like The Bar-Kays singin' Holy Ghost\n  The sounds to throw down, they're played the most\n\n  It's like my man, Captain Sky\n  whose name he earned with his super sperm\n  we rock and we don't stop\n  get off y'all, I'm here to give you whatcha got\n  to the beat that it makes you freak\n  and come alive girl, get on your feet\n  a-like a Perry Mason without a case\n  Like Farrah Fawcett without her face\n\n  Like The Bar-Kays on the mic\n  Like gettin' right down for you tonight\n  Like movin' your body so ya don't know how\n  right to the rhythm and throw down\n\n  Like comin' alive to the Master Gee\n  The brother who rocks so viciously\n  i said the age of one my life begun\n  at the age of two i was doin' the do\n  at the age of three it was you and me\n  rockin' to the sounds of the Master Gee\n  at the age of four i was on the floor\n  givin' all the freaks what they bargained for\n  at the age of five i didn't take no jive\n  with the Master Gee, its all the way live\n  at the age of six i was a pickin' up sticks\n  rappin' to the beat my stick was fixed\n  at the age of seven i was rockin' in heaven\n  don'tcha know i went off\n  i got right on down to the beat you see\n  gettin' right on down makin' all the girls\n  just take of their clothes to the beat the beat\n  to the double beat beat that makes you freak\n  at the age of eight i was really great\n  cause every night you see i had a date\n  at the age of nine i was right on time\n  cause every night i had a party rhyme\n  goin' on n n on n on on n on\n  the beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  a sayin' on n n on n on on n on...\n  like a hot buttered de pop de pop de pop\n  a saying on n n on n on on n on\n  cause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\n  i am the definite feast delight\n  cause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\n  i am the definite feast delight\n  Call me the Master Gee you see\n  the brother who rocks so viciously\n"},{"id":35149518,"name":"Rapper's Delight (Long Version)","trackName":"Rapper's Delight (Long Version)","artistName":"The Sugarhill Gang","albumName":"Rapper's Delight (Single)","duration":869.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I said a hip, hop, a hippie to the hippie\nto the hip hip hop, you don't stop\nthe rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumps the boogie\nto the rhythm of the boogity beat\n\nNow what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin' to the beat\nAnd me, the groove, and my friends, are gonna try to move your feet\nYou see, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\nto the black, to the white, the red, and the brown, the purple and yellow\nBut first, I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\nSay up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\nLet's rock, you don't stop\nRock the rhythm that will make your body rock\n\nWell, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\nAnd next on the mic is my man Hank\nCome on, Hank, sing that song\n\nCheck it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN-the-O-V-A\nand the rest is F-L-Y\nYou see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\nand these reasons I'll tell ya why\nYou see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun\nand I dress to a 'T'\nYou see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali\nand I dress so viciously\n\nI got bodyguards, I got two big cars\nthat definitely ain't the whack\nI got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac\nSo after school, I take a dip in the pool, which really is on the wall\nI got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\nHear me talkin' 'bout checkbooks, credit cards\nMore money than a sucker could ever spend\nBut I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the rucker\nNot a dime 'til I made it again\n\nEverybody go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? (say what?)\nYa say I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin'\nDrive off in a def O.J.\nEverybody go, hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\nSay if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\nMaster Gee, am I mellow?\nIt's on you, so what you gonna do?\n\nWell it's on an' on an' on on an' on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nI said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E\nI said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Master Gee\nWell, my name is known all over the world by all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\nI'm goin' down in history as the baddest rapper there ever could be\n\nNow I'm feelin' the highs and you're feelin' the lows\nThe beat starts gettin' into your toes\nya start poppin' ya fingers and stompin' your feet\nand movin' your body while you're sittin' in your seat\nAnd then damn, you start doin' the freak\nI said damn, right outta your seat\nthen ya throw your hands high in the air\nya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere\nya rockin' to the beat without a care\nwith the sureshot MCs for the affair\n\nNow, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\nbut I rap to the beat just the same\nI got a little face and a pair of brown eyes\nall I'm here to do ladies is hypnotize\nsingin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\nthe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nsingin' on n n on n on on n on\nlike a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie\npop da pop pop ya don't dare stop\ncome alive y'all, gimme what ya got\n\nI guess by now you can take a hunch\nand find that I am the baby of the bunch\nBut that's okay, I still keep in stride\n'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\nSingin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nSingin' on an' an' on an' on on an' on\nRock, rock y'all, throw it on the floor\n\nI'm gonna freak ya here, I'm gonna freak ya there\nI'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n'Cause I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\nI'll put t-t-tickets in your behind\nI said 1-2-3-4, come on girls, get on the floor\na-come alive y'all, a-gimme what ya got\n'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock\nI said 1-2-3-4, tell me Wonder Mike what are you waitin' for?\n\nI said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\nthe hip hip hop, a you don't stop\nthe rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie\nto the rhythm of the boogity beat\nskiddlee beebop we rock a Scoobie-Doo\nAnd guess what America we love you\ncause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\nyou could rock till you're a hundred and one years old\nI don't mean to brag i don't mean to boast\nbut we like hot butter on our breakfast toast\nrock it up baby bubba\nbaby bubba to the boogie da bang bang da boogie\nto the beat beat, its so unique\ncome on everybody and dance to the beat\n\nI said a hip hop the hippie the hippie\nto the hip hip hop, a-you don't stop\nrock it out, pretty bubba to the boogity bang, bang,\nthe boogie to the boogity beat\n\nI said I cant wait 'til the end of the week\nwhen I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\nand attempt to raise your body heat\nJust blow your mind so that you can't speak\nAnd do a thing but a-rock and shuffle your feet\nAnd let it change up to a dance called the freak\nAnd when you finally do come in to your rhythmic beat\nrest a little while so ya don't get weak\nI know a man named Hank\nHe has more rhymes than a serious bank\nSo come on, Hank sing that song\nto the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong\n\nWell, I'm imp, the dimp, the ladies pimp\nThe women fight for my delight\nBut I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\nthat shock the house for the young ladies\nAnd when you come inside, into the front\nyou do the freak, spank, and do the bump\nand when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n\nWe're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\na-from sun to sun and from day to day\nI sit down and write a brand new rhyme\nbecause they say that miracles never cease\nI've created a devastating masterpiece\nI'm gonna rock the mic 'til you cant resist\nEverybody, I say it goes like this\nWell, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\nA reporter stopped me for a interview\nShe said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\nthat I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\nThis young reporter I did adore\nSo I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\nshe said damn fly guy, I'm in love with you\nthe Casanova legend must have been true\nI said by the way, baby what's your name?\nsaid I go by the name of Lois Lane\nand you could be my boyfriend you surely can\njust let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\ni said he's a fairy, i do suppose\nflyin' through the air in pantyhose\nhe may be very sexy or even cute\nbut he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\ni said you need a man who's got finesse\nand his whole name across his chest\nhe may be able to fly all through the night\nbut can he rock a party 'til the early light\nhe can satisfy you with his little worm\nbut I can bust you out with my super sperm\nI go do it, I go do it, I go do it, do it, do it\nan' I'm here an' I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\nJust throw your hands up in the air\nand party hardy like you just don't care\nLet's do it don't stop y'all a tick a tock y'all you don't stop\ngo hotel motel what you gonna do today(say what)\nI'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spank drive off in a def O.J.\neverybody go hotel, motel, holiday inn\nyou say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\nI say skip, dive, what can i say\nI can't fit em all inside my O.J.\nso I just take half and bust them out\nI give the rest to Master Gee so he could shock the house\n\nIt was twelve o'clock, one Friday night\nI was rockin' to the beat and feelin' all right\nEverybody was dancin' on the floor\nDoin' all the things they never did before\nAnd then this fly fly girl with a sexy lean\nShe came into the bar, she came into the scene\nAs she traveled deeper inside the room\nAll the fellas checked out her white Sassoons\nShe came up to the table, looked into my eyes\nThen she turned around and shook her behind\nSo I said to myself, it's time for me to release\nmy vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece\nand now people in the house this is just for you\nA little rap to make you boogaloo\nnow the group you hear is called phase two\nand let me tell you somethin' we're a hell of a crew\nOnce a week we're on the street\njust a-cuttin' the jams and making it free\nFor you to party, you got to have the movies\nSo we'll get right down and give you the groove\nFor you to dance, you gotta get hype\nSo we'll get right down for you tonight\nNow the system's on and the girls are there\nYou definitely have a rockin' affair\nBut let me tell ya somethin' there's still one fact\nThat to have a party, you got to have a rap\nSo when the party's over you're makin' it home\nand tryin' to sleep before the break of dawn\nand while ya sleepin' ya start to dream\nand thinkin' how ya danced on the disco scene\nMy name appears in your mind\nYeah, a name you know that was right on time\nIt was phase two, just a doin' a do\nRockin' you down cause you know we could\nto the rhythm of the beat that makes you freak\ncome alive girls, get on your feet\nTo the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat\nTo the double beat beat that it makes you freak\nTo the rhythm of the beat that says you go on\non an' on into the break of dawn\nNow, I got a man comin' on right now\nHe's guaranteed to throw down\nHe goes by the name of Wonder Mike\ncome on Wonder Mike, do what you like\n\nLike a can of beer that's sweeter than honey\nLike a millionaire that has no money\nLike a rainy day that is not wet\nLike a gamblin' fiend that does not bet\nLike Dracula with out his fangs\nLike the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang\nLike collard greens that don't taste good\nLike a tree that's not made out of wood\nLike goin' up and not comin' down\nis just like the beat without the sound no sound\nto the beat beat, you do the freak\neverybody just rock and dance to the beat\nhave you ever went over a friend's house to eat\nand the food just ain't no good?\nI mean the macaroni's soggy the peas are mushed\nand the chicken tastes like wood\nso you try to play it off like you think you can\nby sayin' that you're full\nand then your friend says momma he's just being polite\nhe ain't finished uh uh that's bull\nso your heart starts pumpin' and you think of a lie\nand you say that you already ate\nand your friend says \"man, there's plenty of food\"\nso he piles some more on your plate\nwhile the stinky food's steamin'\nyour mind starts to dreamin'\nof the moment it's time to leave\nand then you look at your plate\nand your chicken's slowly rottin'\ninto something that looks like cheese\noh so you say that's it, i got to leave this place\nI don't care what these people think\nI'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous\nwith this ugly food that stinks\nso you bust out the door while it's still closed\nstill sick from the food you ate\nand then you run to the store for quick relief\nfrom a bottle of Kaopectate\nand then you call your friend two weeks later\nto see how he has been\nand he says \"I understand about the food\nbaby bubba but we're still friends\"\nwith a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\nthe hip hip a hop a you don't stop the rockin\nto the bang bang boogie\nsay up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogity beat\nI say Hank? can ya rock?\nCan you rock to the rhythm that just don't stop?\nCan you hip me to the shoobie doo?\nI said come on make the make the people move\n\nI go to the halls and then ring the bell\nbecause I am the man with the clientele\nAnd if you ask me why I rock so well\nI'm Big Bank, I got clientele\nand from the time I was only six years old\nI never forgot what I was told\nIt was the best advice that I ever had\nIt came from my wise, dear old dad\nHe said Sit down punk, I wanna talk to you\nand don't say a word until I'm through\nNow, there's a time to laugh a time to cry\nA time to live and a time to die\nA time to break and a time to chill\nTo act civilized or act real ill\nBut whatever you do in your lifetime\nYou never let a MC steal your rhyme\nSo from sixty six 'til this very day\nI'll always remember what he had to say\nSo when the sucker MCs try to chump my style\nI let them know that I'm versatile\nI got style, finesse and a little black book\nThat's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look\nBut there's a thing that separates you from me\nand that is called originality\nbecause my rhymes are on from what you heard\nI didn't even bite and not a goddamn word\nand I say a little more later on tonight\nso the sucker MC's can bite all night\na-tick a-tock y'all a-beat beat y'all\na-let's rock y'all ya don't stop\nYou go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today (say what)\nYou say I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'\nDrive off in a def O.J.\nEverybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\nYou say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friends\na-like that y'all, to the beat y'all\nBeat-beat y'all, you don't stop\na-Master Gee, am I mellow?\nIt's on you so whatcha gonna do?\n\nWell, like Johnny Carson on The Late Show\na-like Frankie Crocker in stereo\nWell, like The Bar-Kays singin' Holy Ghost\nThe sounds to throw down, they're played the most\n\nIt's like my man, Captain Sky\nwhose name he earned with his super sperm\nwe rock and we don't stop\nget off y'all, I'm here to give you whatcha got\nto the beat that it makes you freak\nand come alive girl, get on your feet\na-like a Perry Mason without a case\nLike Farrah Fawcett without her face\n\nLike The Bar-Kays on the mic\nLike gettin' right down for you tonight\nLike movin' your body so ya don't know how\nright to the rhythm and throw down\n\nLike comin' alive to the Master Gee\nThe brother who rocks so viciously\ni said the age of one my life begun\nat the age of two i was doin' the do\nat the age of three it was you and me\nrockin' to the sounds of the Master Gee\nat the age of four i was on the floor\ngivin' all the freaks what they bargained for\nat the age of five i didn't take no jive\nwith the Master Gee, its all the way live\nat the age of six i was a pickin' up sticks\nrappin' to the beat my stick was fixed\nat the age of seven i was rockin' in heaven\ndon'tcha know i went off\ni got right on down to the beat you see\ngettin' right on down makin' all the girls\njust take of their clothes to the beat the beat\nto the double beat beat that makes you freak\nat the age of eight i was really great\ncause every night you see i had a date\nat the age of nine i was right on time\ncause every night i had a party rhyme\ngoin' on n n on n on on n on\nthe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\na sayin' on n n on n on on n on...\nlike a hot buttered de pop de pop de pop\na saying on n n on n on on n on\ncause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\ni am the definite feast delight\ncause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\ni am the definite feast delight\nCall me the Master Gee you see\nthe brother who rocks so viciously","syncedLyrics":"[00:34.82] I said a hip, hop, a hippie to the hippie\n[00:36.69] To the hip hip hop, you don't stop\n[00:38.47] The rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumps the boogie\n[00:41.15] To the rhythm of the boogity beat\n[00:42.94] Now what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin' to the beat\n[00:47.41] And me, the groove, and my friends, are gonna try to move your feet\n[00:51.05] You see, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\n[00:55.50] To the black, to the white, the red, and the brown, the purple and yellow\n[00:59.18] But first, I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\n[01:02.76] Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\n[01:04.58] Let's rock, you don't stop\n[01:06.34] Rock the rhythm that will make your body rock\n[01:09.09] Well, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\n[01:12.72] And next on the mic is my man Hank\n[01:15.45] Come on, Hank, sing that song\n[01:17.27] Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN-the-O-V-A\n[01:19.91] And the rest is F-L-Y\n[01:21.76] You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\n[01:24.45] And these reasons I'll tell ya why\n[01:26.23] You see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun\n[01:28.08] And I dress to a 'T'\n[01:30.74] You see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali\n[01:32.59] And I dress so viciously\n[01:34.32] I got bodyguards, I got two big cars\n[01:37.94] That definitely ain't the whack\n[01:38.88] I got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac\n[01:43.35] So after school, I take a dip in the pool, which really is on the wall\n[01:47.83] I got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\n[01:51.43] Hear me talkin' 'bout checkbooks, credit cards\n[01:53.28] More money than a sucker could ever spend\n[01:55.95] But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the rucker\n[01:58.65] Not a dime 'til I made it again\n[02:00.57] Everybody go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? (say what?)\n[02:05.02] Ya say I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin'\n[02:06.81] Drive off in a def O.J.\n[02:09.51] Everybody go, hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n[02:13.14] Say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\n[02:17.66] Master Gee, am I mellow?\n[02:20.32] It's on you, so what you gonna do?\n[02:22.12] Well it's on an' on an' on on an' on\n[02:24.83] The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n[02:26.61] I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E\n[02:30.27] I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Master Gee\n[02:34.72] Well, my name is known all over the world by all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\n[02:39.23] I'm goin' down in history as the baddest rapper there ever could be\n[02:43.73] Now I'm feelin' the highs and you're feelin' the lows\n[02:47.38] The beat starts gettin' into your toes\n[02:48.25] Ya start poppin' ya fingers and stompin' your feet\n[02:50.09] And movin' your body while you're sittin' in your seat\n[02:51.84] And then damn, you start doin' the freak\n[02:54.59] I said damn, right outta your seat\n[02:56.37] Then ya throw your hands high in the air\n[02:58.18] Ya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere\n[02:59.98] Ya rockin' to the beat without a care\n[03:02.70] With the sureshot MCs for the affair\n[03:06.33] Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\n[03:07.27] But I rap to the beat just the same\n[03:09.06] I got a little face and a pair of brown eyes\n[03:11.76] All I'm here to do ladies is hypnotize\n[03:13.51] Singin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\n[03:16.24] The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n[03:17.12] Singin' on n n on n on on n on\n[03:19.97] Like a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie\n[03:22.61] Pop da pop pop ya don't dare stop\n[03:24.45] Come alive y'all, gimme what ya got\n[03:26.28] I guess by now you can take a hunch\n[03:28.93] And find that I am the baby of the bunch\n[03:30.79] But that's okay, I still keep in stride\n[03:34.35] 'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\n[03:35.26] Singin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\n[03:37.91] The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n[03:38.88] Singin' on an' an' on an' on on an' on\n[03:41.57] Rock, rock y'all, throw it on the floor\n[03:43.39] I'm gonna freak ya here, I'm gonna freak ya there\n[03:45.11] I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n[03:47.80] 'Cause I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\n[03:49.62] I'll put t-t-tickets in your behind\n[03:52.39] I said 1-2-3-4, come on girls, get on the floor\n[03:55.96] A-come alive y'all, a-gimme what ya got\n[03:58.72] 'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock\n[04:02.33] I said 1-2-3-4, tell me Wonder Mike what are you waitin' for?\n[04:05.05] I said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n[04:07.70] The hip hip hop, a you don't stop\n[04:09.51] The rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie\n[04:11.34] To the rhythm of the boogity beat\n[04:13.10] Skiddlee beebop we rock a Scoobie-Doo\n[04:15.84] And guess what America we love you\n[04:18.52] Cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\n[04:20.38] You could rock till you're a hundred and one years old\n[04:22.11] I don't mean to brag i don't mean to boast\n[04:25.73] But we like hot butter on our breakfast toast\n[04:26.63] Rock it up baby bubba\n[04:28.43] Baby bubba to the boogie da bang bang da boogie\n[04:31.12] To the beat beat, its so unique\n[04:32.94] Come on everybody and dance to the beat\n[04:34.78] I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie\n[04:55.50] To the hip hip hop, a-you don't stop\n[04:56.48] Rock it out, pretty bubba to the boogity bang, bang,\n[04:59.18] The boogie to the boogity beat\n[05:00.95] I said I cant wait 'til the end of the week\n[05:03.64] When I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\n[05:05.49] And attempt to raise your body heat\n[05:07.24] Just blow your mind so that you can't speak\n[05:09.91] And do a thing but a-rock and shuffle your feet\n[05:11.79] And let it change up to a dance called the freak\n[05:14.46] And when you finally do come in to your rhythmic beat\n[05:16.22] Rest a little while so ya don't get weak\n[05:18.02] I know a man named Hank\n[05:20.84] He has more rhymes than a serious bank\n[05:22.68] So come on, Hank sing that song\n[05:24.44] To the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong\n[05:27.18] Well, I'm imp, the dimp, the ladies pimp\n[05:28.94] The women fight for my delight\n[05:31.64] But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\n[05:33.49] That shock the house for the young ladies\n[05:35.29] And when you come inside, into the front\n[05:37.95] You do the freak, spank, and do the bump\n[05:39.74] And when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n[05:42.41] We're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\n[05:44.23] A-from sun to sun and from day to day\n[05:46.06] I sit down and write a brand new rhyme\n[05:48.75] Because they say that miracles never cease\n[05:50.55] I've created a devastating masterpiece\n[05:52.30] I'm gonna rock the mic 'til you cant resist\n[05:55.06] Everybody, I say it goes like this\n[05:56.80] Well, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\n[05:59.59] A reporter stopped me for a interview\n[06:03.16] She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\n[06:04.08] That I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\n[06:05.87] This young reporter I did adore\n[06:07.62] So I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\n[06:09.52] She said damn fly guy, I'm in love with you\n[06:12.27] The Casanova legend must have been true\n[06:14.96] I said by the way, baby what's your name?\n[06:16.74] Said I go by the name of Lois Lane\n[06:18.56] And you could be my boyfriend you surely can\n[06:21.21] Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\n[06:23.06] I said he's a fairy, i do suppose\n[06:24.88] Flyin' through the air in pantyhose\n[06:27.56] He may be very sexy or even cute\n[06:29.35] But he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\n[06:31.13] I said you need a man who's got finesse\n[06:33.84] And his whole name across his chest\n[06:35.60] He may be able to fly all through the night\n[06:37.48] But can he rock a party 'til the early light\n[06:40.14] He can satisfy you with his little worm\n[06:42.89] But I can bust you out with my super sperm\n[06:44.63] I go do it, I go do it, I go do it, do it, do it\n[06:48.28] An' I'm here an' I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\n[06:51.81] Just throw your hands up in the air\n[06:55.46] And party hardy like you just don't care\n[06:57.25] Let's do it don't stop y'all a tick a tock y'all you don't stop\n[07:00.96] Go hotel motel what you gonna do today(say what)\n[07:06.32] I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spank drive off in a def O.J.\n[07:09.05] Everybody go hotel, motel, holiday inn\n[07:15.33] You say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\n[07:18.12] I say skip, dive, what can i say\n[07:20.84] I can't fit em all inside my O.J.\n[07:23.50] So I just take half and bust them out\n[07:26.20] I give the rest to Master Gee so he could shock the house\n[07:27.11] It was twelve o'clock, one Friday night\n[07:30.72] I was rockin' to the beat and feelin' all right\n[07:31.63] Everybody was dancin' on the floor\n[07:33.49] Doin' all the things they never did before\n[07:35.28] And then this fly fly girl with a sexy lean\n[07:37.97] She came into the bar, she came into the scene\n[07:39.75] As she traveled deeper inside the room\n[07:42.40] All the fellas checked out her white Sassoons\n[07:44.33] She came up to the table, looked into my eyes\n[07:47.04] Then she turned around and shook her behind\n[07:48.86] So I said to myself, it's time for me to release\n[07:51.59] My vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece\n[07:53.38] And now people in the house this is just for you\n[07:55.10] A little rap to make you boogaloo\n[07:56.99] Now the group you hear is called phase two\n[07:59.66] And let me tell you somethin' we're a hell of a crew\n[08:01.44] Once a week we're on the street\n[08:04.19] Just a-cuttin' the jams and making it free\n[08:06.89] For you to party, you got to have the movies\n[08:07.73] So we'll get right down and give you the groove\n[08:10.40] For you to dance, you gotta get hype\n[08:12.26] So we'll get right down for you tonight\n[08:14.09] Now the system's on and the girls are there\n[08:18.67] You definitely have a rockin' affair\n[08:19.59] But let me tell ya somethin' there's still one fact\n[08:21.34] That to have a party, you got to have a rap\n[08:23.10] So when the party's over you're makin' it home\n[08:24.91] And tryin' to sleep before the break of dawn\n[08:27.69] And while ya sleepin' ya start to dream\n[08:29.41] And thinkin' how ya danced on the disco scene\n[08:32.12] My name appears in your mind\n[08:33.90] Yeah, a name you know that was right on time\n[08:36.63] It was phase two, just a doin' a do\n[08:38.45] Rockin' you down cause you know we could\n[08:40.20] To the rhythm of the beat that makes you freak\n[08:43.02] Come alive girls, get on your feet\n[08:44.73] To the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat\n[08:47.55] To the double beat beat that it makes you freak\n[08:49.23] To the rhythm of the beat that says you go on\n[08:51.16] On an' on into the break of dawn\n[08:52.90] Now, I got a man comin' on right now\n[08:55.70] He's guaranteed to throw down\n[08:58.35] He goes by the name of Wonder Mike\n[09:00.19] Come on Wonder Mike, do what you like\n[09:01.99] Like a can of beer that's sweeter than honey\n[09:04.65] Like a millionaire that has no money\n[09:06.54] Like a rainy day that is not wet\n[09:09.24] Like a gamblin' fiend that does not bet\n[09:10.14] Like Dracula with out his fangs\n[09:12.84] Like the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang\n[09:15.58] Like collard greens that don't taste good\n[09:16.44] Like a tree that's not made out of wood\n[09:19.12] Like goin' up and not comin' down\n[09:21.87] Is just like the beat without the sound no sound\n[09:22.72] To the beat beat, you do the freak\n[09:26.42] Everybody just rock and dance to the beat\n[09:27.25] Have you ever went over a friend's house to eat\n[09:30.06] And the food just ain't no good?\n[09:32.77] I mean the macaroni's soggy the peas are mushed\n[09:33.69] And the chicken tastes like wood\n[09:37.28] So you try to play it off like you think you can\n[09:38.12] By sayin' that you're full\n[09:40.82] And then your friend says momma he's just being polite\n[09:42.68] He ain't finished uh uh that's bull\n[09:44.49] So your heart starts pumpin' and you think of a lie\n[09:46.20] And you say that you already ate\n[09:49.91] And your friend says \"man, there's plenty of food\"\n[09:50.86] So he piles some more on your plate\n[09:53.53] While the stinky food's steamin'\n[09:54.47] Your mind starts to dreamin'\n[09:56.22] Of the moment it's time to leave\n[09:58.05] And then you look at your plate\n[09:58.96] And your chicken's slowly rottin'\n[09:59.88] Into something that looks like cheese\n[10:01.67] Oh so you say that's it, i got to leave this place\n[10:04.36] I don't care what these people think\n[10:07.07] I'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous\n[10:07.96] With this ugly food that stinks\n[10:11.53] So you bust out the door while it's still closed\n[10:12.41] Still sick from the food you ate\n[10:16.05] And then you run to the store for quick relief\n[10:17.04] From a bottle of Kaopectate\n[10:18.89] And then you call your friend two weeks later\n[10:21.55] To see how he has been\n[10:23.39] And he says \"I understand about the food\n[10:25.12] Baby bubba but we're still friends\"\n[10:26.99] With a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n[10:29.63] The hip hip a hop a you don't stop the rockin\n[10:31.48] To the bang bang boogie\n[10:33.35] Say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n[10:35.13] I say Hank? can ya rock?\n[10:37.87] Can you rock to the rhythm that just don't stop?\n[10:40.57] Can you hip me to the shoobie doo?\n[10:42.35] I said come on make the make the people move\n[10:44.17] I go to the halls and then ring the bell\n[10:47.86] Because I am the man with the clientele\n[10:48.75] And if you ask me why I rock so well\n[10:50.57] I'm Big Bank, I got clientele\n[10:53.32] And from the time I was only six years old\n[10:55.19] I never forgot what I was told\n[10:57.83] It was the best advice that I ever had\n[10:59.65] It came from my wise, dear old dad\n[11:02.34] He said Sit down punk, I wanna talk to you\n[11:04.18] And don't say a word until I'm through\n[11:05.93] Now, there's a time to laugh a time to cry\n[11:07.72] A time to live and a time to die\n[11:10.44] A time to break and a time to chill\n[11:12.20] To act civilized or act real ill\n[11:14.98] But whatever you do in your lifetime\n[11:16.77] You never let a MC steal your rhyme\n[11:18.52] So from sixty six 'til this very day\n[11:21.33] I'll always remember what he had to say\n[11:23.12] So when the sucker MCs try to chump my style\n[11:24.91] I let them know that I'm versatile\n[11:27.69] I got style, finesse and a little black book\n[11:29.41] That's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look\n[11:32.13] But there's a thing that separates you from me\n[11:33.97] And that is called originality\n[11:36.65] Because my rhymes are on from what you heard\n[11:38.42] I didn't even bite and not a goddamn word\n[11:42.02] And I say a little more later on tonight\n[11:43.88] So the sucker MC's can bite all night\n[11:44.79] A-tick a-tock y'all a-beat beat y'all\n[11:46.50] A-let's rock y'all ya don't stop\n[11:49.33] You go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today (say what)\n[11:53.86] You say I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'\n[11:55.66] Drive off in a def O.J.\n[11:57.49] Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n[12:01.02] You say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friends\n[12:05.68] A-like that y'all, to the beat y'all\n[12:08.38] Beat-beat y'all, you don't stop\n[12:11.06] A-Master Gee, am I mellow?\n[12:12.83] It's on you so whatcha gonna do?\n[12:14.63] Well, like Johnny Carson on The Late Show\n[12:17.34] A-like Frankie Crocker in stereo\n[12:19.17] Well, like The Bar-Kays singin' Holy Ghost\n[12:21.85] The sounds to throw down, they're played the most\n[12:23.69] It's like my man, Captain Sky\n[12:26.38] Whose name he earned with his super sperm\n[12:28.13] We rock and we don't stop\n[12:31.76] Get off y'all, I'm here to give you whatcha got\n[12:35.30] To the beat that it makes you freak\n[12:38.07] And come alive girl, get on your feet\n[12:38.98] A-like a Perry Mason without a case\n[12:39.81] Like Farrah Fawcett without her face\n[12:40.87] Like The Bar-Kays on the mic\n[12:42.60] Like gettin' right down for you tonight\n[12:45.35] Like movin' your body so ya don't know how\n[12:47.14] Right to the rhythm and throw down\n[12:49.85] Like comin' alive to the Master Gee\n[12:51.67] The brother who rocks so viciously\n[12:53.47] I said the age of one my life begun\n[12:56.14] At the age of two i was doin' the do\n[12:57.97] At the age of three it was you and me\n[12:59.87] Rockin' to the sounds of the Master Gee\n[13:02.58] At the age of four i was on the floor\n[13:04.33] Givin' all the freaks what they bargained for\n[13:07.03] At the age of five i didn't take no jive\n[13:08.88] With the Master Gee, its all the way live\n[13:11.56] At the age of six i was a pickin' up sticks\n[13:13.92] Rappin' to the beat my stick was fixed\n[13:15.77] At the age of seven i was rockin' in heaven\n[13:17.52] Don'tcha know i went off\n[13:19.36] I got right on down to the beat you see\n[13:22.00] Gettin' right on down makin' all the girls\n[13:23.97] Just take of their clothes to the beat the beat\n[13:26.63] To the double beat beat that makes you freak\n[13:28.46] At the age of eight i was really great\n[13:30.26] Cause every night you see i had a date\n[13:32.91] At the age of nine i was right on time\n[13:34.79] Cause every night i had a party rhyme\n[13:37.43] Goin' on n n on n on on n on\n[13:39.22] The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n[13:41.97] A sayin' on n n on n on on n on...\n[13:43.72] Like a hot buttered de pop de pop de pop\n[13:45.53] A saying on n n on n on on n on\n[13:49.14] Cause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\n[13:52.83] I am the definite feast delight\n[13:54.69] Cause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\n[13:56.49] I am the definite feast delight\n[13:59.19] Call me the Master Gee you see\n[14:01.06] The brother who rocks so viciously\n[14:03.76] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rapper's Delight (Long Version)\n  artist: The Sugarhill Gang\n  album: Rapper's Delight (Single)\n  duration_ms: 869000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I said a hip, hop, a hippie to the hippie\n  start_ms: 34820\n  end_ms: 36690\n- text: To the hip hip hop, you don't stop\n  start_ms: 36690\n  end_ms: 38470\n- text: The rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumps the boogie\n  start_ms: 38470\n  end_ms: 41150\n- text: To the rhythm of the boogity beat\n  start_ms: 41150\n  end_ms: 42940\n- text: Now what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin' to the beat\n  start_ms: 42940\n  end_ms: 47410\n- text: And me, the groove, and my friends, are gonna try to move your feet\n  start_ms: 47410\n  end_ms: 51050\n- text: You see, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\n  start_ms: 51050\n  end_ms: 55500\n- text: To the black, to the white, the red, and the brown, the purple and yellow\n  start_ms: 55500\n  end_ms: 59180\n- text: But first, I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\n  start_ms: 59180\n  end_ms: 62760\n- text: Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\n  start_ms: 62760\n  end_ms: 64580\n- text: Let's rock, you don't stop\n  start_ms: 64580\n  end_ms: 66340\n- text: Rock the rhythm that will make your body rock\n  start_ms: 66340\n  end_ms: 69090\n- text: Well, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\n  start_ms: 69090\n  end_ms: 72720\n- text: And next on the mic is my man Hank\n  start_ms: 72720\n  end_ms: 75450\n- text: Come on, Hank, sing that song\n  start_ms: 75450\n  end_ms: 77270\n- text: Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN-the-O-V-A\n  start_ms: 77270\n  end_ms: 79910\n- text: And the rest is F-L-Y\n  start_ms: 79910\n  end_ms: 81760\n- text: You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\n  start_ms: 81760\n  end_ms: 84450\n- text: And these reasons I'll tell ya why\n  start_ms: 84450\n  end_ms: 86230\n- text: You see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun\n  start_ms: 86230\n  end_ms: 88080\n- text: And I dress to a 'T'\n  start_ms: 88080\n  end_ms: 90740\n- text: You see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali\n  start_ms: 90740\n  end_ms: 92590\n- text: And I dress so viciously\n  start_ms: 92590\n  end_ms: 94320\n- text: I got bodyguards, I got two big cars\n  start_ms: 94320\n  end_ms: 97940\n- text: That definitely ain't the whack\n  start_ms: 97940\n  end_ms: 98880\n- text: I got a Lincoln 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(say what?)\n  start_ms: 120570\n  end_ms: 125020\n- text: Ya say I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin'\n  start_ms: 125020\n  end_ms: 126810\n- text: Drive off in a def O.J.\n  start_ms: 126810\n  end_ms: 129510\n- text: Everybody go, hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  start_ms: 129510\n  end_ms: 133140\n- text: Say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\n  start_ms: 133140\n  end_ms: 137660\n- text: Master Gee, am I mellow?\n  start_ms: 137660\n  end_ms: 140320\n- text: It's on you, so what you gonna do?\n  start_ms: 140320\n  end_ms: 142120\n- text: Well it's on an' on an' on on an' on\n  start_ms: 142120\n  end_ms: 144830\n- text: The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  start_ms: 144830\n  end_ms: 146610\n- text: I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E\n  start_ms: 146610\n  end_ms: 150270\n- text: I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Master Gee\n  start_ms: 150270\n  end_ms: 154720\n- text: Well, my name is known all over the world by all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\n  start_ms: 154720\n  end_ms: 159230\n- text: I'm goin' down in history as the baddest rapper there ever could be\n  start_ms: 159230\n  end_ms: 163730\n- text: Now I'm feelin' the highs and you're feelin' the lows\n  start_ms: 163730\n  end_ms: 167380\n- text: The beat starts gettin' into your toes\n  start_ms: 167380\n  end_ms: 168250\n- text: Ya start poppin' ya fingers and stompin' your feet\n  start_ms: 168250\n  end_ms: 170090\n- text: And movin' your body while you're sittin' in your seat\n  start_ms: 170090\n  end_ms: 171840\n- text: And then damn, you start doin' the freak\n  start_ms: 171840\n  end_ms: 174590\n- text: I said damn, right outta your seat\n  start_ms: 174590\n  end_ms: 176370\n- text: Then ya throw your hands high in the air\n  start_ms: 176370\n  end_ms: 178180\n- text: Ya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere\n  start_ms: 178180\n  end_ms: 179980\n- text: Ya rockin' to the beat without a care\n  start_ms: 179980\n  end_ms: 182700\n- text: With the sureshot MCs for the affair\n  start_ms: 182700\n  end_ms: 186330\n- text: Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\n  start_ms: 186330\n  end_ms: 187270\n- text: But I rap to the beat just the same\n  start_ms: 187270\n  end_ms: 189060\n- text: I got a little face and a pair of brown eyes\n  start_ms: 189060\n  end_ms: 191760\n- text: All I'm here to do ladies is hypnotize\n  start_ms: 191760\n  end_ms: 193510\n- text: Singin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\n  start_ms: 193510\n  end_ms: 196240\n- text: The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  start_ms: 196240\n  end_ms: 197120\n- text: Singin' on n n on n on on n on\n  start_ms: 197120\n  end_ms: 199970\n- text: Like a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie\n  start_ms: 199970\n  end_ms: 202610\n- text: Pop da pop pop ya don't dare stop\n  start_ms: 202610\n  end_ms: 204450\n- text: Come alive y'all, gimme what ya got\n  start_ms: 204450\n  end_ms: 206280\n- text: I guess by now you can take a hunch\n  start_ms: 206280\n  end_ms: 208930\n- text: And find that I am the baby of the bunch\n  start_ms: 208930\n  end_ms: 210790\n- text: But that's okay, I still keep in stride\n  start_ms: 210790\n  end_ms: 214350\n- text: '''Cause all I''m here to do is just wiggle your behind'\n  start_ms: 214350\n  end_ms: 215260\n- text: Singin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\n  start_ms: 215260\n  end_ms: 217910\n- text: The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  start_ms: 217910\n  end_ms: 218880\n- text: Singin' on an' an' on an' on on an' on\n  start_ms: 218880\n  end_ms: 221570\n- text: Rock, rock y'all, throw it on the floor\n  start_ms: 221570\n  end_ms: 223390\n- text: I'm gonna freak ya here, I'm gonna freak ya there\n  start_ms: 223390\n  end_ms: 225110\n- text: I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n  start_ms: 225110\n  end_ms: 227800\n- text: '''Cause I''m one of a kind and I''ll shock your mind'\n  start_ms: 227800\n  end_ms: 229620\n- text: I'll put t-t-tickets in your behind\n  start_ms: 229620\n  end_ms: 232390\n- text: I said 1-2-3-4, come on girls, get on the floor\n  start_ms: 232390\n  end_ms: 235960\n- text: A-come alive y'all, a-gimme what ya got\n  start_ms: 235960\n  end_ms: 238720\n- text: '''Cause I''m guaranteed to make you rock'\n  start_ms: 238720\n  end_ms: 242330\n- text: I said 1-2-3-4, tell me Wonder Mike what are you waitin' for?\n  start_ms: 242330\n  end_ms: 245050\n- text: I said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n  start_ms: 245050\n  end_ms: 247700\n- text: The hip hip hop, a you don't stop\n  start_ms: 247700\n  end_ms: 249510\n- text: The rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie\n  start_ms: 249510\n  end_ms: 251340\n- text: To the rhythm of the boogity beat\n  start_ms: 251340\n  end_ms: 253100\n- text: Skiddlee beebop we rock a Scoobie-Doo\n  start_ms: 253100\n  end_ms: 255840\n- text: And guess what America we love you\n  start_ms: 255840\n  end_ms: 258520\n- text: Cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\n  start_ms: 258520\n  end_ms: 260380\n- text: You could rock till you're a hundred and one years old\n  start_ms: 260380\n  end_ms: 262110\n- text: I don't mean to brag i don't mean to boast\n  start_ms: 262110\n  end_ms: 265730\n- text: But we like hot butter on our breakfast toast\n  start_ms: 265730\n  end_ms: 266630\n- text: Rock it up baby bubba\n  start_ms: 266630\n  end_ms: 268430\n- text: Baby bubba to the boogie da bang bang da boogie\n  start_ms: 268430\n  end_ms: 271120\n- text: To the beat beat, its so unique\n  start_ms: 271120\n  end_ms: 272940\n- text: Come on everybody and dance to the beat\n  start_ms: 272940\n  end_ms: 274780\n- text: I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie\n  start_ms: 274780\n  end_ms: 295500\n- text: To the hip hip hop, a-you don't stop\n  start_ms: 295500\n  end_ms: 296480\n- text: Rock it out, pretty bubba to the boogity bang, bang,\n  start_ms: 296480\n  end_ms: 299180\n- text: The boogie to the boogity beat\n  start_ms: 299180\n  end_ms: 300950\n- text: I said I cant wait 'til the end of the week\n  start_ms: 300950\n  end_ms: 303640\n- text: When I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\n  start_ms: 303640\n  end_ms: 305490\n- text: And attempt to raise your body heat\n  start_ms: 305490\n  end_ms: 307240\n- text: Just blow your mind so that you can't speak\n  start_ms: 307240\n  end_ms: 309910\n- text: And do a thing but a-rock and shuffle your feet\n  start_ms: 309910\n  end_ms: 311790\n- text: And let it change up to a dance called the freak\n  start_ms: 311790\n  end_ms: 314460\n- text: And when you finally do come in to your rhythmic beat\n  start_ms: 314460\n  end_ms: 316220\n- text: Rest a little while so ya don't get weak\n  start_ms: 316220\n  end_ms: 318020\n- text: I know a man named Hank\n  start_ms: 318020\n  end_ms: 320840\n- text: He has more rhymes than a serious bank\n  start_ms: 320840\n  end_ms: 322680\n- text: So come on, Hank sing that song\n  start_ms: 322680\n  end_ms: 324440\n- text: To the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong\n  start_ms: 324440\n  end_ms: 327180\n- text: Well, I'm imp, the dimp, the ladies pimp\n  start_ms: 327180\n  end_ms: 328940\n- text: The women fight for my delight\n  start_ms: 328940\n  end_ms: 331640\n- text: But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\n  start_ms: 331640\n  end_ms: 333490\n- text: That shock the house for the young ladies\n  start_ms: 333490\n  end_ms: 335290\n- text: And when you come inside, into the front\n  start_ms: 335290\n  end_ms: 337950\n- text: You do the freak, spank, and do the bump\n  start_ms: 337950\n  end_ms: 339740\n- text: And when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n  start_ms: 339740\n  end_ms: 342410\n- text: We're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\n  start_ms: 342410\n  end_ms: 344230\n- text: A-from sun to sun and from day to day\n  start_ms: 344230\n  end_ms: 346060\n- text: I sit down and write a brand new rhyme\n  start_ms: 346060\n  end_ms: 348750\n- text: Because they say that miracles never cease\n  start_ms: 348750\n  end_ms: 350550\n- text: I've created a devastating masterpiece\n  start_ms: 350550\n  end_ms: 352300\n- text: I'm gonna rock the mic 'til you cant resist\n  start_ms: 352300\n  end_ms: 355060\n- text: Everybody, I say it goes like this\n  start_ms: 355060\n  end_ms: 356800\n- text: Well, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\n  start_ms: 356800\n  end_ms: 359590\n- text: A reporter stopped me for a interview\n  start_ms: 359590\n  end_ms: 363160\n- text: She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\n  start_ms: 363160\n  end_ms: 364080\n- text: That I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\n  start_ms: 364080\n  end_ms: 365870\n- text: This young reporter I did adore\n  start_ms: 365870\n  end_ms: 367620\n- text: So I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\n  start_ms: 367620\n  end_ms: 369520\n- text: She said damn fly guy, I'm in love with you\n  start_ms: 369520\n  end_ms: 372270\n- text: The Casanova legend must have been true\n  start_ms: 372270\n  end_ms: 374960\n- text: I said by the way, baby what's your name?\n  start_ms: 374960\n  end_ms: 376740\n- text: Said I go by the name of Lois Lane\n  start_ms: 376740\n  end_ms: 378560\n- text: And you could be my boyfriend you surely can\n  start_ms: 378560\n  end_ms: 381210\n- text: Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\n  start_ms: 381210\n  end_ms: 383060\n- text: I said he's a fairy, i do suppose\n  start_ms: 383060\n  end_ms: 384880\n- text: Flyin' through the air in pantyhose\n  start_ms: 384880\n  end_ms: 387560\n- text: He may be very sexy or even cute\n  start_ms: 387560\n  end_ms: 389350\n- text: But he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\n  start_ms: 389350\n  end_ms: 391130\n- text: I said you need a man who's got finesse\n  start_ms: 391130\n  end_ms: 393840\n- text: And his whole name across his chest\n  start_ms: 393840\n  end_ms: 395600\n- text: He may be able to fly all through the night\n  start_ms: 395600\n  end_ms: 397480\n- text: But can he rock a party 'til the early light\n  start_ms: 397480\n  end_ms: 400140\n- text: He can satisfy you with his little worm\n  start_ms: 400140\n  end_ms: 402890\n- text: But I can bust you out with my super sperm\n  start_ms: 402890\n  end_ms: 404630\n- text: I go do it, I go do it, I go do it, do it, do it\n  start_ms: 404630\n  end_ms: 408280\n- text: An' I'm here an' I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\n  start_ms: 408280\n  end_ms: 411810\n- text: Just throw your hands up in the air\n  start_ms: 411810\n  end_ms: 415460\n- text: And party hardy like you just don't care\n  start_ms: 415460\n  end_ms: 417250\n- text: Let's do it don't stop y'all a tick a tock y'all you don't stop\n  start_ms: 417250\n  end_ms: 420960\n- text: Go hotel motel what you gonna do today(say what)\n  start_ms: 420960\n  end_ms: 426320\n- text: I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spank drive off in a def O.J.\n  start_ms: 426320\n  end_ms: 429050\n- text: Everybody go hotel, motel, holiday inn\n  start_ms: 429050\n  end_ms: 435330\n- text: You say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\n  start_ms: 435330\n  end_ms: 438120\n- text: I say skip, dive, what can i say\n  start_ms: 438120\n  end_ms: 440840\n- text: I can't fit em all inside my O.J.\n  start_ms: 440840\n  end_ms: 443500\n- text: So I just take half and bust them out\n  start_ms: 443500\n  end_ms: 446200\n- text: I give the rest to Master Gee so he could shock the house\n  start_ms: 446200\n  end_ms: 447110\n- text: It was twelve o'clock, one Friday night\n  start_ms: 447110\n  end_ms: 450720\n- text: I was rockin' to the beat and feelin' all right\n  start_ms: 450720\n  end_ms: 451630\n- text: Everybody was dancin' on the floor\n  start_ms: 451630\n  end_ms: 453490\n- text: Doin' all the things they never did before\n  start_ms: 453490\n  end_ms: 455280\n- text: And then this fly fly girl with a sexy lean\n  start_ms: 455280\n  end_ms: 457970\n- text: She came into the bar, she came into the scene\n  start_ms: 457970\n  end_ms: 459750\n- text: As she traveled deeper inside the room\n  start_ms: 459750\n  end_ms: 462400\n- text: All the fellas checked out her white Sassoons\n  start_ms: 462400\n  end_ms: 464330\n- text: She came up to the table, looked into my eyes\n  start_ms: 464330\n  end_ms: 467040\n- text: Then she turned around and shook her behind\n  start_ms: 467040\n  end_ms: 468860\n- text: So I said to myself, it's time for me to release\n  start_ms: 468860\n  end_ms: 471590\n- text: My vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece\n  start_ms: 471590\n  end_ms: 473380\n- text: And now people in the house this is just for you\n  start_ms: 473380\n  end_ms: 475100\n- text: A little rap to make you boogaloo\n  start_ms: 475100\n  end_ms: 476990\n- text: Now the group you hear is called phase two\n  start_ms: 476990\n  end_ms: 479660\n- text: And let me tell you somethin' we're a hell of a crew\n  start_ms: 479660\n  end_ms: 481440\n- text: Once a week we're on the street\n  start_ms: 481440\n  end_ms: 484190\n- text: Just a-cuttin' the jams and making it free\n  start_ms: 484190\n  end_ms: 486890\n- text: For you to party, you got to have the movies\n  start_ms: 486890\n  end_ms: 487730\n- text: So we'll get right down and give you the groove\n  start_ms: 487730\n  end_ms: 490400\n- text: For you to dance, you gotta get hype\n  start_ms: 490400\n  end_ms: 492260\n- text: So we'll get right down for you tonight\n  start_ms: 492260\n  end_ms: 494090\n- text: Now the system's on and the girls are there\n  start_ms: 494090\n  end_ms: 498670\n- text: You definitely have a rockin' affair\n  start_ms: 498670\n  end_ms: 499590\n- text: But let me tell ya somethin' there's still one fact\n  start_ms: 499590\n  end_ms: 501340\n- text: That to have a party, you got to have a rap\n  start_ms: 501340\n  end_ms: 503100\n- text: So when the party's over you're makin' it home\n  start_ms: 503100\n  end_ms: 504910\n- text: And tryin' to sleep before the break of dawn\n  start_ms: 504910\n  end_ms: 507690\n- text: And while ya sleepin' ya start to dream\n  start_ms: 507690\n  end_ms: 509410\n- text: And thinkin' how ya danced on the disco scene\n  start_ms: 509410\n  end_ms: 512120\n- text: My name appears in your mind\n  start_ms: 512120\n  end_ms: 513900\n- text: Yeah, a name you know that was right on time\n  start_ms: 513900\n  end_ms: 516630\n- text: It was phase two, just a doin' a do\n  start_ms: 516630\n  end_ms: 518450\n- text: Rockin' you down cause you know we could\n  start_ms: 518450\n  end_ms: 520200\n- text: To the rhythm of the beat that makes you freak\n  start_ms: 520200\n  end_ms: 523020\n- text: Come alive girls, get on your feet\n  start_ms: 523020\n  end_ms: 524730\n- text: To the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat\n  start_ms: 524730\n  end_ms: 527550\n- text: To the double beat beat that it makes you freak\n  start_ms: 527550\n  end_ms: 529230\n- text: To the rhythm of the beat that says you go on\n  start_ms: 529230\n  end_ms: 531160\n- text: On an' on into the break of dawn\n  start_ms: 531160\n  end_ms: 532900\n- text: Now, I got a man comin' on right now\n  start_ms: 532900\n  end_ms: 535700\n- text: He's guaranteed to throw down\n  start_ms: 535700\n  end_ms: 538350\n- text: He goes by the name of Wonder Mike\n  start_ms: 538350\n  end_ms: 540190\n- text: Come on Wonder Mike, do what you like\n  start_ms: 540190\n  end_ms: 541990\n- text: Like a can of beer that's sweeter than honey\n  start_ms: 541990\n  end_ms: 544650\n- text: Like a millionaire that has no money\n  start_ms: 544650\n  end_ms: 546540\n- text: Like a rainy day that is not wet\n  start_ms: 546540\n  end_ms: 549240\n- text: Like a gamblin' fiend that does not bet\n  start_ms: 549240\n  end_ms: 550140\n- text: Like Dracula with out his fangs\n  start_ms: 550140\n  end_ms: 552840\n- text: Like the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang\n  start_ms: 552840\n  end_ms: 555580\n- text: Like collard greens that don't taste good\n  start_ms: 555580\n  end_ms: 556440\n- text: Like a tree that's not made out of wood\n  start_ms: 556440\n  end_ms: 559120\n- text: Like goin' up and not comin' down\n  start_ms: 559120\n  end_ms: 561870\n- text: Is just like the beat without the sound no sound\n  start_ms: 561870\n  end_ms: 562720\n- text: To the beat beat, you do the freak\n  start_ms: 562720\n  end_ms: 566420\n- text: Everybody just rock and dance to the beat\n  start_ms: 566420\n  end_ms: 567250\n- text: Have you ever went over a friend's house to eat\n  start_ms: 567250\n  end_ms: 570060\n- text: And the food just ain't no good?\n  start_ms: 570060\n  end_ms: 572770\n- text: I mean the macaroni's soggy the peas are mushed\n  start_ms: 572770\n  end_ms: 573690\n- text: And the chicken tastes like wood\n  start_ms: 573690\n  end_ms: 577280\n- text: So you try to play it off like you think you can\n  start_ms: 577280\n  end_ms: 578120\n- text: By sayin' that you're full\n  start_ms: 578120\n  end_ms: 580820\n- text: And then your friend says momma he's just being polite\n  start_ms: 580820\n  end_ms: 582680\n- text: He ain't finished uh uh that's bull\n  start_ms: 582680\n  end_ms: 584490\n- text: So your heart starts pumpin' and you think of a lie\n  start_ms: 584490\n  end_ms: 586200\n- text: And you say that you already ate\n  start_ms: 586200\n  end_ms: 589910\n- text: And your friend says \"man, there's plenty of food\"\n  start_ms: 589910\n  end_ms: 590860\n- text: So he piles some more on your plate\n  start_ms: 590860\n  end_ms: 593530\n- text: While the stinky food's steamin'\n  start_ms: 593530\n  end_ms: 594470\n- text: Your mind starts to dreamin'\n  start_ms: 594470\n  end_ms: 596220\n- text: Of the moment it's time to leave\n  start_ms: 596220\n  end_ms: 598050\n- text: And then you look at your plate\n  start_ms: 598050\n  end_ms: 598960\n- text: And your chicken's slowly rottin'\n  start_ms: 598960\n  end_ms: 599880\n- text: Into something that looks like cheese\n  start_ms: 599880\n  end_ms: 601670\n- text: Oh so you say that's it, i got to leave this place\n  start_ms: 601670\n  end_ms: 604360\n- text: I don't care what these people think\n  start_ms: 604360\n  end_ms: 607070\n- text: I'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous\n  start_ms: 607070\n  end_ms: 607960\n- text: With this ugly food that stinks\n  start_ms: 607960\n  end_ms: 611530\n- text: So you bust out the door while it's still closed\n  start_ms: 611530\n  end_ms: 612410\n- text: Still sick from the food you ate\n  start_ms: 612410\n  end_ms: 616050\n- text: And then you run to the store for quick relief\n  start_ms: 616050\n  end_ms: 617040\n- text: From a bottle of Kaopectate\n  start_ms: 617040\n  end_ms: 618890\n- text: And then you call your friend two weeks later\n  start_ms: 618890\n  end_ms: 621550\n- text: To see how he has been\n  start_ms: 621550\n  end_ms: 623390\n- text: And he says \"I understand about the food\n  start_ms: 623390\n  end_ms: 625120\n- text: Baby bubba but we're still friends\"\n  start_ms: 625120\n  end_ms: 626990\n- text: With a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n  start_ms: 626990\n  end_ms: 629630\n- text: The hip hip a hop a you don't stop the rockin\n  start_ms: 629630\n  end_ms: 631480\n- text: To the bang bang boogie\n  start_ms: 631480\n  end_ms: 633350\n- text: Say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n  start_ms: 633350\n  end_ms: 635130\n- text: I say Hank? can ya rock?\n  start_ms: 635130\n  end_ms: 637870\n- text: Can you rock to the rhythm that just don't stop?\n  start_ms: 637870\n  end_ms: 640570\n- text: Can you hip me to the shoobie doo?\n  start_ms: 640570\n  end_ms: 642350\n- text: I said come on make the make the people move\n  start_ms: 642350\n  end_ms: 644170\n- text: I go to the halls and then ring the bell\n  start_ms: 644170\n  end_ms: 647860\n- text: Because I am the man with the clientele\n  start_ms: 647860\n  end_ms: 648750\n- text: And if you ask me why I rock so well\n  start_ms: 648750\n  end_ms: 650570\n- text: I'm Big Bank, I got clientele\n  start_ms: 650570\n  end_ms: 653320\n- text: And from the time I was only six years old\n  start_ms: 653320\n  end_ms: 655190\n- text: I never forgot what I was told\n  start_ms: 655190\n  end_ms: 657830\n- text: It was the best advice that I ever had\n  start_ms: 657830\n  end_ms: 659650\n- text: It came from my wise, dear old dad\n  start_ms: 659650\n  end_ms: 662340\n- text: He said Sit down punk, I wanna talk to you\n  start_ms: 662340\n  end_ms: 664180\n- text: And don't say a word until I'm through\n  start_ms: 664180\n  end_ms: 665930\n- text: Now, there's a time to laugh a time to cry\n  start_ms: 665930\n  end_ms: 667720\n- text: A time to live and a time to die\n  start_ms: 667720\n  end_ms: 670440\n- text: A time to break and a time to chill\n  start_ms: 670440\n  end_ms: 672200\n- text: To act civilized or act real ill\n  start_ms: 672200\n  end_ms: 674980\n- text: But whatever you do in your lifetime\n  start_ms: 674980\n  end_ms: 676770\n- text: You never let a MC steal your rhyme\n  start_ms: 676770\n  end_ms: 678520\n- text: So from sixty six 'til this very day\n  start_ms: 678520\n  end_ms: 681330\n- text: I'll always remember what he had to say\n  start_ms: 681330\n  end_ms: 683120\n- text: So when the sucker MCs try to chump my style\n  start_ms: 683120\n  end_ms: 684910\n- text: I let them know that I'm versatile\n  start_ms: 684910\n  end_ms: 687690\n- text: I got style, finesse and a little black book\n  start_ms: 687690\n  end_ms: 689410\n- text: That's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look\n  start_ms: 689410\n  end_ms: 692130\n- text: But there's a thing that separates you from me\n  start_ms: 692130\n  end_ms: 693970\n- text: And that is called originality\n  start_ms: 693970\n  end_ms: 696650\n- text: Because my rhymes are on from what you heard\n  start_ms: 696650\n  end_ms: 698420\n- text: I didn't even bite and not a goddamn word\n  start_ms: 698420\n  end_ms: 702020\n- text: And I say a little more later on tonight\n  start_ms: 702020\n  end_ms: 703880\n- text: So the sucker MC's can bite all night\n  start_ms: 703880\n  end_ms: 704790\n- text: A-tick a-tock y'all a-beat beat y'all\n  start_ms: 704790\n  end_ms: 706500\n- text: A-let's rock y'all ya don't stop\n  start_ms: 706500\n  end_ms: 709330\n- text: You go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today (say what)\n  start_ms: 709330\n  end_ms: 713860\n- text: You say I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'\n  start_ms: 713860\n  end_ms: 715660\n- text: Drive off in a def O.J.\n  start_ms: 715660\n  end_ms: 717490\n- text: Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  start_ms: 717490\n  end_ms: 721020\n- text: You say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friends\n  start_ms: 721020\n  end_ms: 725680\n- text: A-like that y'all, to the beat y'all\n  start_ms: 725680\n  end_ms: 728380\n- text: Beat-beat y'all, you don't stop\n  start_ms: 728380\n  end_ms: 731060\n- text: A-Master Gee, am I mellow?\n  start_ms: 731060\n  end_ms: 732830\n- text: It's on you so whatcha gonna do?\n  start_ms: 732830\n  end_ms: 734630\n- text: Well, like Johnny Carson on The Late Show\n  start_ms: 734630\n  end_ms: 737340\n- text: A-like Frankie Crocker in stereo\n  start_ms: 737340\n  end_ms: 739170\n- text: Well, like The Bar-Kays singin' Holy Ghost\n  start_ms: 739170\n  end_ms: 741850\n- text: The sounds to throw down, they're played the most\n  start_ms: 741850\n  end_ms: 743690\n- text: It's like my man, Captain Sky\n  start_ms: 743690\n  end_ms: 746380\n- text: Whose name he earned with his super sperm\n  start_ms: 746380\n  end_ms: 748130\n- text: We rock and we don't stop\n  start_ms: 748130\n  end_ms: 751760\n- text: Get off y'all, I'm here to give you whatcha got\n  start_ms: 751760\n  end_ms: 755300\n- text: To the beat that it makes you freak\n  start_ms: 755300\n  end_ms: 758070\n- text: And come alive girl, get on your feet\n  start_ms: 758070\n  end_ms: 758980\n- text: A-like a Perry Mason without a case\n  start_ms: 758980\n  end_ms: 759810\n- text: Like Farrah Fawcett without her face\n  start_ms: 759810\n  end_ms: 760870\n- text: Like The Bar-Kays on the mic\n  start_ms: 760870\n  end_ms: 762600\n- text: Like gettin' right down for you tonight\n  start_ms: 762600\n  end_ms: 765350\n- text: Like movin' your body so ya don't know how\n  start_ms: 765350\n  end_ms: 767140\n- text: Right to the rhythm and throw down\n  start_ms: 767140\n  end_ms: 769850\n- text: Like comin' alive to the Master Gee\n  start_ms: 769850\n  end_ms: 771670\n- text: The brother who rocks so viciously\n  start_ms: 771670\n  end_ms: 773470\n- text: I said the age of one my life begun\n  start_ms: 773470\n  end_ms: 776140\n- text: At the age of two i was doin' the do\n  start_ms: 776140\n  end_ms: 777970\n- text: At the age of three it was you and me\n  start_ms: 777970\n  end_ms: 779870\n- text: Rockin' to the sounds of the Master Gee\n  start_ms: 779870\n  end_ms: 782580\n- text: At the age of four i was on the floor\n  start_ms: 782580\n  end_ms: 784330\n- text: Givin' all the freaks what they bargained for\n  start_ms: 784330\n  end_ms: 787030\n- text: At the age of five i didn't take no jive\n  start_ms: 787030\n  end_ms: 788880\n- text: With the Master Gee, its all the way live\n  start_ms: 788880\n  end_ms: 791560\n- text: At the age of six i was a pickin' up sticks\n  start_ms: 791560\n  end_ms: 793920\n- text: Rappin' to the beat my stick was fixed\n  start_ms: 793920\n  end_ms: 795770\n- text: At the age of seven i was rockin' in heaven\n  start_ms: 795770\n  end_ms: 797520\n- text: Don'tcha know i went off\n  start_ms: 797520\n  end_ms: 799360\n- text: I got right on down to the beat you see\n  start_ms: 799360\n  end_ms: 802000\n- text: Gettin' right on down makin' all the girls\n  start_ms: 802000\n  end_ms: 803970\n- text: Just take of their clothes to the beat the beat\n  start_ms: 803970\n  end_ms: 806630\n- text: To the double beat beat that makes you freak\n  start_ms: 806630\n  end_ms: 808460\n- text: At the age of eight i was really great\n  start_ms: 808460\n  end_ms: 810260\n- text: Cause every night you see i had a date\n  start_ms: 810260\n  end_ms: 812910\n- text: At the age of nine i was right on time\n  start_ms: 812910\n  end_ms: 814790\n- text: Cause every night i had a party rhyme\n  start_ms: 814790\n  end_ms: 817430\n- text: Goin' on n n on n on on n on\n  start_ms: 817430\n  end_ms: 819220\n- text: The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  start_ms: 819220\n  end_ms: 821970\n- text: A sayin' on n n on n on on n on...\n  start_ms: 821970\n  end_ms: 823720\n- text: Like a hot buttered de pop de pop de pop\n  start_ms: 823720\n  end_ms: 825530\n- text: A saying on n n on n on on n on\n  start_ms: 825530\n  end_ms: 829140\n- text: Cause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\n  start_ms: 829140\n  end_ms: 832830\n- text: I am the definite feast delight\n  start_ms: 832830\n  end_ms: 834690\n- text: Cause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\n  start_ms: 834690\n  end_ms: 836490\n- text: I am the definite feast delight\n  start_ms: 836490\n  end_ms: 839190\n- text: Call me the Master Gee you see\n  start_ms: 839190\n  end_ms: 841060\n- text: The brother who rocks so viciously\n  start_ms: 841060\n  end_ms: 843760\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 843760\nplain: |-\n  I said a hip, hop, a hippie to the hippie\n  to the hip hip hop, you don't stop\n  the rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumps the boogie\n  to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n\n  Now what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin' to the beat\n  And me, the groove, and my friends, are gonna try to move your feet\n  You see, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\n  to the black, to the white, the red, and the brown, the purple and yellow\n  But first, I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\n  Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\n  Let's rock, you don't stop\n  Rock the rhythm that will make your body rock\n\n  Well, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\n  And next on the mic is my man Hank\n  Come on, Hank, sing that song\n\n  Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN-the-O-V-A\n  and the rest is F-L-Y\n  You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\n  and these reasons I'll tell ya why\n  You see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun\n  and I dress to a 'T'\n  You see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali\n  and I dress so viciously\n\n  I got bodyguards, I got two big cars\n  that definitely ain't the whack\n  I got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac\n  So after school, I take a dip in the pool, which really is on the wall\n  I got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\n  Hear me talkin' 'bout checkbooks, credit cards\n  More money than a sucker could ever spend\n  But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the rucker\n  Not a dime 'til I made it again\n\n  Everybody go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? (say what?)\n  Ya say I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin'\n  Drive off in a def O.J.\n  Everybody go, hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  Say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\n  Master Gee, am I mellow?\n  It's on you, so what you gonna do?\n\n  Well it's on an' on an' on on an' on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E\n  I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Master Gee\n  Well, my name is known all over the world by all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\n  I'm goin' down in history as the baddest rapper there ever could be\n\n  Now I'm feelin' the highs and you're feelin' the lows\n  The beat starts gettin' into your toes\n  ya start poppin' ya fingers and stompin' your feet\n  and movin' your body while you're sittin' in your seat\n  And then damn, you start doin' the freak\n  I said damn, right outta your seat\n  then ya throw your hands high in the air\n  ya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere\n  ya rockin' to the beat without a care\n  with the sureshot MCs for the affair\n\n  Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\n  but I rap to the beat just the same\n  I got a little face and a pair of brown eyes\n  all I'm here to do ladies is hypnotize\n  singin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\n  the beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  singin' on n n on n on on n on\n  like a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie\n  pop da pop pop ya don't dare stop\n  come alive y'all, gimme what ya got\n\n  I guess by now you can take a hunch\n  and find that I am the baby of the bunch\n  But that's okay, I still keep in stride\n  'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\n  Singin' on an' an' on an' on an' on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  Singin' on an' an' on an' on on an' on\n  Rock, rock y'all, throw it on the floor\n\n  I'm gonna freak ya here, I'm gonna freak ya there\n  I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n  'Cause I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\n  I'll put t-t-tickets in your behind\n  I said 1-2-3-4, come on girls, get on the floor\n  a-come alive y'all, a-gimme what ya got\n  'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock\n  I said 1-2-3-4, tell me Wonder Mike what are you waitin' for?\n\n  I said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n  the hip hip hop, a you don't stop\n  the rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie\n  to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n  skiddlee beebop we rock a Scoobie-Doo\n  And guess what America we love you\n  cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\n  you could rock till you're a hundred and one years old\n  I don't mean to brag i don't mean to boast\n  but we like hot butter on our breakfast toast\n  rock it up baby bubba\n  baby bubba to the boogie da bang bang da boogie\n  to the beat beat, its so unique\n  come on everybody and dance to the beat\n\n  I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie\n  to the hip hip hop, a-you don't stop\n  rock it out, pretty bubba to the boogity bang, bang,\n  the boogie to the boogity beat\n\n  I said I cant wait 'til the end of the week\n  when I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\n  and attempt to raise your body heat\n  Just blow your mind so that you can't speak\n  And do a thing but a-rock and shuffle your feet\n  And let it change up to a dance called the freak\n  And when you finally do come in to your rhythmic beat\n  rest a little while so ya don't get weak\n  I know a man named Hank\n  He has more rhymes than a serious bank\n  So come on, Hank sing that song\n  to the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong\n\n  Well, I'm imp, the dimp, the ladies pimp\n  The women fight for my delight\n  But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\n  that shock the house for the young ladies\n  And when you come inside, into the front\n  you do the freak, spank, and do the bump\n  and when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n\n  We're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\n  a-from sun to sun and from day to day\n  I sit down and write a brand new rhyme\n  because they say that miracles never cease\n  I've created a devastating masterpiece\n  I'm gonna rock the mic 'til you cant resist\n  Everybody, I say it goes like this\n  Well, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\n  A reporter stopped me for a interview\n  She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\n  that I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\n  This young reporter I did adore\n  So I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\n  she said damn fly guy, I'm in love with you\n  the Casanova legend must have been true\n  I said by the way, baby what's your name?\n  said I go by the name of Lois Lane\n  and you could be my boyfriend you surely can\n  just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\n  i said he's a fairy, i do suppose\n  flyin' through the air in pantyhose\n  he may be very sexy or even cute\n  but he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\n  i said you need a man who's got finesse\n  and his whole name across his chest\n  he may be able to fly all through the night\n  but can he rock a party 'til the early light\n  he can satisfy you with his little worm\n  but I can bust you out with my super sperm\n  I go do it, I go do it, I go do it, do it, do it\n  an' I'm here an' I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\n  Just throw your hands up in the air\n  and party hardy like you just don't care\n  Let's do it don't stop y'all a tick a tock y'all you don't stop\n  go hotel motel what you gonna do today(say what)\n  I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spank drive off in a def O.J.\n  everybody go hotel, motel, holiday inn\n  you say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend\n  I say skip, dive, what can i say\n  I can't fit em all inside my O.J.\n  so I just take half and bust them out\n  I give the rest to Master Gee so he could shock the house\n\n  It was twelve o'clock, one Friday night\n  I was rockin' to the beat and feelin' all right\n  Everybody was dancin' on the floor\n  Doin' all the things they never did before\n  And then this fly fly girl with a sexy lean\n  She came into the bar, she came into the scene\n  As she traveled deeper inside the room\n  All the fellas checked out her white Sassoons\n  She came up to the table, looked into my eyes\n  Then she turned around and shook her behind\n  So I said to myself, it's time for me to release\n  my vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece\n  and now people in the house this is just for you\n  A little rap to make you boogaloo\n  now the group you hear is called phase two\n  and let me tell you somethin' we're a hell of a crew\n  Once a week we're on the street\n  just a-cuttin' the jams and making it free\n  For you to party, you got to have the movies\n  So we'll get right down and give you the groove\n  For you to dance, you gotta get hype\n  So we'll get right down for you tonight\n  Now the system's on and the girls are there\n  You definitely have a rockin' affair\n  But let me tell ya somethin' there's still one fact\n  That to have a party, you got to have a rap\n  So when the party's over you're makin' it home\n  and tryin' to sleep before the break of dawn\n  and while ya sleepin' ya start to dream\n  and thinkin' how ya danced on the disco scene\n  My name appears in your mind\n  Yeah, a name you know that was right on time\n  It was phase two, just a doin' a do\n  Rockin' you down cause you know we could\n  to the rhythm of the beat that makes you freak\n  come alive girls, get on your feet\n  To the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat\n  To the double beat beat that it makes you freak\n  To the rhythm of the beat that says you go on\n  on an' on into the break of dawn\n  Now, I got a man comin' on right now\n  He's guaranteed to throw down\n  He goes by the name of Wonder Mike\n  come on Wonder Mike, do what you like\n\n  Like a can of beer that's sweeter than honey\n  Like a millionaire that has no money\n  Like a rainy day that is not wet\n  Like a gamblin' fiend that does not bet\n  Like Dracula with out his fangs\n  Like the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang\n  Like collard greens that don't taste good\n  Like a tree that's not made out of wood\n  Like goin' up and not comin' down\n  is just like the beat without the sound no sound\n  to the beat beat, you do the freak\n  everybody just rock and dance to the beat\n  have you ever went over a friend's house to eat\n  and the food just ain't no good?\n  I mean the macaroni's soggy the peas are mushed\n  and the chicken tastes like wood\n  so you try to play it off like you think you can\n  by sayin' that you're full\n  and then your friend says momma he's just being polite\n  he ain't finished uh uh that's bull\n  so your heart starts pumpin' and you think of a lie\n  and you say that you already ate\n  and your friend says \"man, there's plenty of food\"\n  so he piles some more on your plate\n  while the stinky food's steamin'\n  your mind starts to dreamin'\n  of the moment it's time to leave\n  and then you look at your plate\n  and your chicken's slowly rottin'\n  into something that looks like cheese\n  oh so you say that's it, i got to leave this place\n  I don't care what these people think\n  I'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous\n  with this ugly food that stinks\n  so you bust out the door while it's still closed\n  still sick from the food you ate\n  and then you run to the store for quick relief\n  from a bottle of Kaopectate\n  and then you call your friend two weeks later\n  to see how he has been\n  and he says \"I understand about the food\n  baby bubba but we're still friends\"\n  with a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n  the hip hip a hop a you don't stop the rockin\n  to the bang bang boogie\n  say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogity beat\n  I say Hank? can ya rock?\n  Can you rock to the rhythm that just don't stop?\n  Can you hip me to the shoobie doo?\n  I said come on make the make the people move\n\n  I go to the halls and then ring the bell\n  because I am the man with the clientele\n  And if you ask me why I rock so well\n  I'm Big Bank, I got clientele\n  and from the time I was only six years old\n  I never forgot what I was told\n  It was the best advice that I ever had\n  It came from my wise, dear old dad\n  He said Sit down punk, I wanna talk to you\n  and don't say a word until I'm through\n  Now, there's a time to laugh a time to cry\n  A time to live and a time to die\n  A time to break and a time to chill\n  To act civilized or act real ill\n  But whatever you do in your lifetime\n  You never let a MC steal your rhyme\n  So from sixty six 'til this very day\n  I'll always remember what he had to say\n  So when the sucker MCs try to chump my style\n  I let them know that I'm versatile\n  I got style, finesse and a little black book\n  That's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look\n  But there's a thing that separates you from me\n  and that is called originality\n  because my rhymes are on from what you heard\n  I didn't even bite and not a goddamn word\n  and I say a little more later on tonight\n  so the sucker MC's can bite all night\n  a-tick a-tock y'all a-beat beat y'all\n  a-let's rock y'all ya don't stop\n  You go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today (say what)\n  You say I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'\n  Drive off in a def O.J.\n  Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  You say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friends\n  a-like that y'all, to the beat y'all\n  Beat-beat y'all, you don't stop\n  a-Master Gee, am I mellow?\n  It's on you so whatcha gonna do?\n\n  Well, like Johnny Carson on The Late Show\n  a-like Frankie Crocker in stereo\n  Well, like The Bar-Kays singin' Holy Ghost\n  The sounds to throw down, they're played the most\n\n  It's like my man, Captain Sky\n  whose name he earned with his super sperm\n  we rock and we don't stop\n  get off y'all, I'm here to give you whatcha got\n  to the beat that it makes you freak\n  and come alive girl, get on your feet\n  a-like a Perry Mason without a case\n  Like Farrah Fawcett without her face\n\n  Like The Bar-Kays on the mic\n  Like gettin' right down for you tonight\n  Like movin' your body so ya don't know how\n  right to the rhythm and throw down\n\n  Like comin' alive to the Master Gee\n  The brother who rocks so viciously\n  i said the age of one my life begun\n  at the age of two i was doin' the do\n  at the age of three it was you and me\n  rockin' to the sounds of the Master Gee\n  at the age of four i was on the floor\n  givin' all the freaks what they bargained for\n  at the age of five i didn't take no jive\n  with the Master Gee, its all the way live\n  at the age of six i was a pickin' up sticks\n  rappin' to the beat my stick was fixed\n  at the age of seven i was rockin' in heaven\n  don'tcha know i went off\n  i got right on down to the beat you see\n  gettin' right on down makin' all the girls\n  just take of their clothes to the beat the beat\n  to the double beat beat that makes you freak\n  at the age of eight i was really great\n  cause every night you see i had a date\n  at the age of nine i was right on time\n  cause every night i had a party rhyme\n  goin' on n n on n on on n on\n  the beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  a sayin' on n n on n on on n on...\n  like a hot buttered de pop de pop de pop\n  a saying on n n on n on on n on\n  cause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\n  i am the definite feast delight\n  cause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike\n  i am the definite feast delight\n  Call me the Master Gee you see\n  the brother who rocks so viciously\n"},{"id":27013664,"name":"Rapper's Delight (Long Version)","trackName":"Rapper's Delight (Long Version)","artistName":"The Sugarhill Gang","albumName":"Rapper's Delight - EP","duration":871.854921,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I said-a hip, hop, the hippie, the hippie\nTo the hip hip hop-a you don't stop the rock\nIt to the bang-bang boogie, say up jump the boogie\nTo the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\nNow what you hear is not a test: I'm rappin' to the beat\nAnd me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet\nSee, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\nTo the black, to the white, the red\nAnd the brown, the purple and yellow\nBut first I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\nSay up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\nLet's rock, you don't stop\nRock the riddle that will make your body rock\nWell, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\nAnd next on the mike is my man Hank, come on\nHank, sing that song\nCheck it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN, the O-V-A and the rest is F-L-Y\nYou see, I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\nAnd these reasons I'll tell you why\nYou see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun and I dress to a D\nYou see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali and I dress so viciously\nI got bodyguards, I got two big cars, that definitely ain't the whack\nI got a Lincoln continental and a sunroof Cadillac\nSo after school, I take a dip in the pool,\nWhich is really on the wall\nI got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\nHear me talking 'bout checkbooks, credit cards,\nMore money than a sucker could ever spend\nBut I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the\nRucker, not a dime 'til I made it again\nEverybody go: Hotel, motel\nWhatcha gonna do today (Say what?)\n'Cause I'ma get a fly girl\nGonna get some spank and drive off in a def OJ\nEverybody go: Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\nYou see, if your girl starts acting up, then you take her friend\nUh Master Gee, my mellow?\nIt's on you so what you gonna do?\nWell it's on and on and on, on and on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nI said a M-A-S, a T-E-R, a G with a double E\nI said I go by the unforgettable name of the man\nThey call the Master Gee\nWell, my name is known all over the world\nBy all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\nI'm going down in history\nAs the baddest rapper there ever could be\nNow I'm feeling the highs and you're feeling the lows\nThe beat starts getting into your toes\nYou start popping your fingers and stomping your feet\nAnd moving your body while you're sitting in your seat\nAnd then damn, you start doing the freak\nI said damn, right outta your seat\nThen you throw your hands high in the air\nYou're rocking to the rhythm, shake your derriere\nYa rockin' to the beat without a care\nWith the sureshot MCs for the affair\nNow, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\nBut I rap to the beat just the same\nI got a little face, and a pair of brown eyes\nAll I'm here to do, ladies, is hypnotize\nSinging on an' an' on an' on, on an' on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nSinging on an' an' on an' on, on an' on\nLike a hot party the pop the pop the pop dibbie dibbie\nPop the pop, pop, you don't dare stop\nCome alive y'all, gimme whatcha got\nI guess by now you can take a hunch\nAnd find that I am the baby of the bunch\nBut that's okay, I still keep in stride\n'Cos all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\nSingin' on'n'n'on'n'on n'on\nThe beat don't stop until the break of dawn\nSingin' on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on\nRock rock, y'all, throw it on the floor\nI'm gonna freak ya here I'm gonna freak you there\nI'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n'Cos I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\nI'll put TNT tickin' in your behind\nI said one, two, three, four, come on, girls, get on the floor\nA-come alive, y'all, a-gimme whatcha got\n'Cos I'm guaranteed to make you rock\nI said one, two, three, four, tell me, Wonder Mike\nWhat are you waiting for?\nI said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\nTo the hip hip hop and you don't stop\nThe rock it to the bang bang the boogie\nSay up jump the boogie, dig the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\nSkiddlee beebop a we rock a scooby doo\nAnd guess what, America: we love you\n'Cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\nYou could rock 'til you're a hundred and one years old\nI don't mean to brag I don't mean to boast\nBut we like hot butter on a breakfast toast\nRock it up, uh, baby bubbah\nBaby bubbah to the boogie the bang bang the boogie\nTo the beat beat, it's so unique\nCome on, everybody, and dance to the beat\nA hip hop the hippie the hippie\nTo the hip hip hop and you don't stop\nThe rock it out baby boppa to the boogity bang bang\nBoogie to the boogie, the beat\nI said I can't wait 'til the end of the week\nWhen I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\nAn attempt to raise your body heat\nJust blow your mind so that you can't speak\nTo do a thing but a rock and shuffle your feet\nAnd let it change up to a dance called the freak\nAnd when ya finally do come into your rhythmic beat\nRest a little while so ya don't get weak\nI know a man named Hank\nHe has more rhymes than a serious bank\nSo come on Hank, uh, sing that song\nTo the rhythm of the boogie the bang bang the bong\nWell, I'm imp the dimp, the ladies pimp\nThe women fight for my delight\nBut I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\nThat shock the house for the young ladies\nAnd when you come inside, into the front\nYou do the freak, spank, and do the bump\nAnd when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\nWe're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\nA-from sun-to-sun and from day-to-day\nI sit down and write a brand new rhyme\nBecause they say that miracles never cease\nI've created a devastating masterpiece\nI'm gonna rock the mike 'til you can't resist\nEverybody, I say, it goes like this\nWell, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\nA reporter stopped me for a interview\nShe said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\nThat I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\nThis young reporter, I did adore\nSo I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\nShe said, \"Damn, fly guy, I'm in love with you!\nThe Casanova legend must have been true!\"\nI said, \"By the way, baby, what's your name?\"\nSaid, \"I go by the name Lois Lane\nAnd you could be my boyfriend, you surely can\nJust let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\"\nI said, \"He's a fairy, I do suppose\nFlyin' through the air in pantyhose\nHe may be very sexy or even cute\nBut he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\"\nI said, \"You need a man who's got finesse\nAnd his whole name across his chest\nHe may be able to fly all through the night\nBut can he rock a party 'til the early light?\nHe can't satisfy you with his little worm\nBut I can bust you out with my super sperm!\"\nI gon' do it, I gon' do it, I gon' do it, do it, do it\n\nAnd I'm here, and I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\nJust throw your hands up in the air\nAnd party hardy like you just don't care\nLet's do it, don't stop y'all\nA-tick a-tock, y'all, you don't stop!\nGo hotel, motel","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rapper's Delight (Long Version)\n  artist: The Sugarhill Gang\n  album: Rapper's Delight - EP\n  duration_ms: 871855\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I said-a hip, hop, the hippie, the hippie\n  To the hip hip hop-a you don't stop the rock\n  It to the bang-bang boogie, say up jump the boogie\n  To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\n  Now what you hear is not a test: I'm rappin' to the beat\n  And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet\n  See, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello\n  To the black, to the white, the red\n  And the brown, the purple and yellow\n  But first I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie\n  Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie\n  Let's rock, you don't stop\n  Rock the riddle that will make your body rock\n  Well, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along\n  And next on the mike is my man Hank, come on\n  Hank, sing that song\n  Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN, the O-V-A and the rest is F-L-Y\n  You see, I go by the code of the doctor of the mix\n  And these reasons I'll tell you why\n  You see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun and I dress to a D\n  You see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali and I dress so viciously\n  I got bodyguards, I got two big cars, that definitely ain't the whack\n  I got a Lincoln continental and a sunroof Cadillac\n  So after school, I take a dip in the pool,\n  Which is really on the wall\n  I got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball\n  Hear me talking 'bout checkbooks, credit cards,\n  More money than a sucker could ever spend\n  But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the\n  Rucker, not a dime 'til I made it again\n  Everybody go: Hotel, motel\n  Whatcha gonna do today (Say what?)\n  'Cause I'ma get a fly girl\n  Gonna get some spank and drive off in a def OJ\n  Everybody go: Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn\n  You see, if your girl starts acting up, then you take her friend\n  Uh Master Gee, my mellow?\n  It's on you so what you gonna do?\n  Well it's on and on and on, on and on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  I said a M-A-S, a T-E-R, a G with a double E\n  I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man\n  They call the Master Gee\n  Well, my name is known all over the world\n  By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls\n  I'm going down in history\n  As the baddest rapper there ever could be\n  Now I'm feeling the highs and you're feeling the lows\n  The beat starts getting into your toes\n  You start popping your fingers and stomping your feet\n  And moving your body while you're sitting in your seat\n  And then damn, you start doing the freak\n  I said damn, right outta your seat\n  Then you throw your hands high in the air\n  You're rocking to the rhythm, shake your derriere\n  Ya rockin' to the beat without a care\n  With the sureshot MCs for the affair\n  Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang\n  But I rap to the beat just the same\n  I got a little face, and a pair of brown eyes\n  All I'm here to do, ladies, is hypnotize\n  Singing on an' an' on an' on, on an' on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  Singing on an' an' on an' on, on an' on\n  Like a hot party the pop the pop the pop dibbie dibbie\n  Pop the pop, pop, you don't dare stop\n  Come alive y'all, gimme whatcha got\n  I guess by now you can take a hunch\n  And find that I am the baby of the bunch\n  But that's okay, I still keep in stride\n  'Cos all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind\n  Singin' on'n'n'on'n'on n'on\n  The beat don't stop until the break of dawn\n  Singin' on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on\n  Rock rock, y'all, throw it on the floor\n  I'm gonna freak ya here I'm gonna freak you there\n  I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere\n  'Cos I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind\n  I'll put TNT tickin' in your behind\n  I said one, two, three, four, come on, girls, get on the floor\n  A-come alive, y'all, a-gimme whatcha got\n  'Cos I'm guaranteed to make you rock\n  I said one, two, three, four, tell me, Wonder Mike\n  What are you waiting for?\n  I said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie\n  To the hip hip hop and you don't stop\n  The rock it to the bang bang the boogie\n  Say up jump the boogie, dig the rhythm of the boogie, the beat\n  Skiddlee beebop a we rock a scooby doo\n  And guess what, America: we love you\n  'Cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul\n  You could rock 'til you're a hundred and one years old\n  I don't mean to brag I don't mean to boast\n  But we like hot butter on a breakfast toast\n  Rock it up, uh, baby bubbah\n  Baby bubbah to the boogie the bang bang the boogie\n  To the beat beat, it's so unique\n  Come on, everybody, and dance to the beat\n  A hip hop the hippie the hippie\n  To the hip hip hop and you don't stop\n  The rock it out baby boppa to the boogity bang bang\n  Boogie to the boogie, the beat\n  I said I can't wait 'til the end of the week\n  When I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat\n  An attempt to raise your body heat\n  Just blow your mind so that you can't speak\n  To do a thing but a rock and shuffle your feet\n  And let it change up to a dance called the freak\n  And when ya finally do come into your rhythmic beat\n  Rest a little while so ya don't get weak\n  I know a man named Hank\n  He has more rhymes than a serious bank\n  So come on Hank, uh, sing that song\n  To the rhythm of the boogie the bang bang the bong\n  Well, I'm imp the dimp, the ladies pimp\n  The women fight for my delight\n  But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs\n  That shock the house for the young ladies\n  And when you come inside, into the front\n  You do the freak, spank, and do the bump\n  And when the sucker MCs try to prove a point\n  We're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint\n  A-from sun-to-sun and from day-to-day\n  I sit down and write a brand new rhyme\n  Because they say that miracles never cease\n  I've created a devastating masterpiece\n  I'm gonna rock the mike 'til you can't resist\n  Everybody, I say, it goes like this\n  Well, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon\n  A reporter stopped me for a interview\n  She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables\n  That I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables\n  This young reporter, I did adore\n  So I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before\n  She said, \"Damn, fly guy, I'm in love with you!\n  The Casanova legend must have been true!\"\n  I said, \"By the way, baby, what's your name?\"\n  Said, \"I go by the name Lois Lane\n  And you could be my boyfriend, you surely can\n  Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman\"\n  I said, \"He's a fairy, I do suppose\n  Flyin' through the air in pantyhose\n  He may be very sexy or even cute\n  But he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit\"\n  I said, \"You need a man who's got finesse\n  And his whole name across his chest\n  He may be able to fly all through the night\n  But can he rock a party 'til the early light?\n  He can't satisfy you with his little worm\n  But I can bust you out with my super sperm!\"\n  I gon' do it, I gon' do it, I gon' do it, do it, do it\n\n  And I'm here, and I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere\n  Just throw your hands up in the air\n  And party hardy like you just don't care\n  Let's do it, don't stop y'all\n  A-tick a-tock, y'all, you don't stop!\n  Go hotel, motel\n"}]