[{"id":14211390,"name":"Travelin' Man (remix) (feat․ Yasiin Bey)","trackName":"Travelin' Man (remix) (feat․ Yasiin Bey)","artistName":"Yasiin Bey","albumName":"We Are Hip Hop․ Me․ You․ Everybody","duration":234.848813,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Travellin' man\n\nIntro:\nYeah yo yo what time the plane leavin?\nAhhh alright, I see you at the airport\n*samples of \"r-r-r-r-rock on\"*\n\nChorus:\nMemories don't live like people do\nThey always remember you\nWhether things are good or bad, it's just the memories\n\nMemories don't live like people do-o\nBaby don't forget me, I'm a travellin' man\nMovin through places, space and time\nGotta lotta things I got to do\nGod willin' I'm comin back to you\nMy baby boo\n\nI'm a travellin' man\nMovin through places, space and time(space and tiiiime)\nGotta lotta things I got to do\nBut God willin' I'm comin back to you\nBaby boo\nI'm leavin\n\nVerse 1:\nWell go 'head and leave\nThe call heard 'round the world from the wives of mc's\nThese cats is playin all that half a pound\nA garment bag we snatch it down\nAin't got the state but we could prob'ly run a blacker town\nScenarios like this is tear jerkers\nFor the modern mc I ain't a blue collar worker\n\"cause this thing called rhymin' no different from coal minin'\nWe both on assignment to unearth the diamond\nWhen you start climbin'\nAnd then I start shinin'\nYou be strugglin' and strivin'\nAnd they think you prime-timin'\nMatain and keep silence make note and observation\nThis confrontation\nThis is the daily operation\nA concentration\nStay focused on my recitation\n'bout to reach my destination with the balls of hesitation\nBaby make the preperation \"cause this ain't no recreation\nThis is pro ball!\nAnd we lettin you know y'all\nAt the show y'all\nDoin' this for dough y'all\nGet the phone call\nAnd I'm ready to blow y'all\n'bout to go y'all\nBeen a pleasure to know y'all\nAnd I'm lettin' you know that...\n\nChorus:\nMemories don't live like people do\nThey always remember you\nWether things are good or bad, it's just the memories\n\nMemories don't live like people do-o\nBaby don't forget me, I'm a travellin' man\nMovin through places, space and time\nGotta lotta things I got to do\nG-d willin I'm comin back to you\nMy baby boo\n\nI'm a travellin' man\nMovin through places, space and time(space and tiiiime)\nGotta lotta things I got to do\nBut inshallah I'm comin back to you\n\nBaby boo\nI'm leavin\n\nVerse 2:\nBut God willin' I'll be back home\nTo drop these heavy ass bags up off my backbone\nAround the world with a catalog of rap songs\nMy baby girl is walkin, been away for that long\nBut no you haven't well least that's how it seem to me\nMy home town is like a whole different scenery\nThe old timers on the stoop leaning leisurely\nThe new jacks up in the bar smokin greenery\nEasily taken for granted when you up in it but it's sweet scented\nWhen you been down for a minute\nMove around city damage\nBreak it down with the vintage\nThe innovative\nClassical b-boy image\nCollect the winners\n\"cause thats the reason that we came here\nThis thing is not a game here\nThe fortune not the fame here\nFrom new york to the cakalaks\nCali in the caddilacs\nChicago know we innovate\nInfiltrate virginia state\nDc make me say your name\nPhilly know we penatrate\nGeorgia make us generate\nLike suns as they create the pace\nThey celebrate to my jams in foreign lands\nEven your mans in japan know who I am\nMinasan, like everybody out in nippon\nSay ichiban, may God have well where your getting from\nPhenomenom, 'scuse me that's a phone call\nIts the show y'all\nTryin' to get this dough y'all\n'bout to blow y'all\nBeen a pleasure to know y'all\nAnd I'm lettin' you know that...\n\nChorus:\nMemories don't live like people do\nThey always remember you\nWether things are good or bad, it's just the memories\n\nMemories don't live like people do-o\nBaby don't forget me, I'm a travellin' man\nMovin through places, space and time\nGotta lotta things I got to do\nBut inshallah I'm comin back to you\nMy baby boo\n\nI'm a travellin' man\nMovin through places, space and time(space and tiiiime)\nGotta lotta things I got to do\nBut g-d willin I'm comin back to you\nBack to you\n\nI'm leeaaavvvvinnn'!\nI'll be back to you\nI'm leeaaavvvvinnn'!\nI'll be back to you\n\nAll over the world we go\nDc all over the world we go\nVa all over the world we go\nThe? 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(Huh!)\n[00:15.86] My restlessness is my nemesis\n[00:18.50] It's hard to really chill and sit still\n[00:20.38] Committed to page, I write rhymes\n[00:22.13] Sometimes won't finish for days\n[00:24.20] Scrutinize my literature, from the large to the miniature\n[00:27.07] I mathematically add-minister\n[00:29.35] Subtract the whack\n[00:30.32] Selector, wheel it back, I'm feeling that\n[00:31.70] (Ha ha ha) From the core to the perimeter black\n[00:34.95] You know the motto\n[00:35.92] Stay fluid even in staccato\n[00:37.97] (Mos Def) full-blooded, full throttle\n[00:39.71] Breathe deep inside the trunk hollow\n[00:41.36] There's the hum, young man where you from\n[00:44.18] Brooklyn number one\n[00:45.89] Native son, speaking in the native tongue\n[00:48.27] I got my eyes on tomorrow (there it is)\n[00:50.30] While you still try to follow where it is\n[00:52.63] I'm on the Ave where it lives and dies\n[00:54.11] Violently, silently\n[00:55.81] Shine so vibrantly that eyes squint to catch a glimpse\n[00:58.98] Embrace the bass with my dark ink fingertips\n[01:01.40] Used to speak the King's English\n[01:03.15] But caught a rash on my lips\n[01:04.96] So now my chat just like dis\n[01:06.95] Long range from the base-line (switch)\n[01:08.86] Move like an apparition\n[01:10.38] Float to the ground with ammunition (chi-chi-chi-POW)\n[01:12.93] Move from the gate, voice cued on your tape\n[01:15.42] Putting food on your plate\n[01:16.83] Many crews can relate\n[01:18.48] Who choosing your fate (yo)\n[01:20.13] We went from picking cotton\n[01:21.40] To chain gang line chopping\n[01:23.12] To Be-Bopping\n[01:24.23] To Hip-Hopping\n[01:25.48] Blues people got the blue chip stock option\n[01:27.37] Invisible man, got the whole world watching\n[01:29.85] (Where ya at) I'm high, low, East, West\n[01:32.29] All over your map\n[01:33.43] I'm getting big props, with this thing called hip hop\n[01:36.27] Where you can either get paid or get shot\n[01:38.16] When your product in stock\n[01:39.65] The fair-weather friends flock\n[01:41.03] When your chart position drop\n[01:42.35] Then the phone calls\n[01:44.34] Chill for a minute\n[01:45.40] Let's see who else tops\n[01:46.56] Snatch your shelf spot\n[01:47.57] Don't gas yourself ock\n[01:48.81] The industry just a better built cellblock\n[01:51.38] A long way from the shell tops\n[01:53.55] And the bells that L rocked (rock, rock, rock, rock)\n[01:58.90] \n[02:21.01] Hip Hop is prosecution evidence\n[02:22.43] The out of court settlement\n[02:23.21] Ad space for liquor\n[02:24.47] Sick without benefits (huh!)\n[02:26.29] Luxury tenements choking the skyline\n[02:27.99] It's low life getting tree-top high\n[02:29.89] Here there's a back water remedy\n[02:32.02] Bitter intent to memory\n[02:33.83] A class E felony\n[02:34.98] Facing the death penalty (huh!)\n[02:37.05] Stimulant and sedative, original repetitive\n[02:39.34] Violently competitive, a school unaccredited\n[02:42.10] The break beats you get broken with\n[02:44.39] On time and inappropriate\n[02:45.62] Hip Hop went from selling crack to smoking it\n[02:47.38] Medicine for loneliness\n[02:49.05] Remind me of Thelonius and Dizzy\n[02:51.02] Propers to B-Boys getting busy\n[02:52.91] The war-time snap shot\n[02:54.82] The working man's jack-pot\n[02:56.69] A two dollar snack box\n[02:58.17] Sold beneath the crack spot\n[02:59.25] Olympic sponsor of the black glock\n[03:01.44] Gold medallist in the back shot\n[03:03.11] From the sovereign state of the have-nots\n[03:05.05] Where farmers have trouble with cash crops (woooo)\n[03:07.90] It's all city like phase two\n[03:09.38] Hip Hop will simply amaze you\n[03:10.86] Craze you, pay you\n[03:12.28] Do whatever you say do\n[03:13.84] But black, it can't save you\n[03:15.48] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hip Hop\n  artist: Yasiin Bey\n  album: Live at Benaroya Hall\n  duration_ms: 142280\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: You say one for the trouble, two for the time\n  start_ms: 3150\n  end_ms: 5990\n- text: Come on y'all let's rock this!\n  start_ms: 5990\n  end_ms: 8120\n- text: You say one for the trouble, two for the time\n  start_ms: 8120\n  end_ms: 11160\n- text: Come on!\n  start_ms: 11160\n  end_ms: 12270\n- text: Speech is my hammer, bang the world into shape\n  start_ms: 12270\n  end_ms: 14250\n- text: Now let it fall... 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Before I make they *ass* catch fire like Richard Pryor\n  Nondescriptive fiendin for riches, callin earths *bitches*\n  But most of y'all brothers is livin wit your mothers\n  Your Boogie Man yankin up your covers\n  Sharper than some new box cutters, on Parkay's and butters\n  And Stevie Wonder's, to make you run and tell the others\n  The beat lovers, and play my jam like the numbers\n  Son I rock the globe like I rocked your boat\n  I'm bout to tap it on your shoulder cuz you got to know\n\n  Now raise your hands in the air, everybody get wit it\n  The Universal Magnetic b-boy, scientific\n  Like that, and you don't stop\n  It goes onto the rhythm you don't stop\n  And raise your hands in the air, everybody get wit it\n  Universal Magnetic B-BOY, (hooo!) scientific\n  You don't stop, it goes onto the rhythm you don't stop\n  Raise your hands in the air, everybody get wit it\n  Universal Magnetic b-boy, scientific\n  Like that, and you don't stop\n  It go onto the rhythm you don't stop\n  Now raise your hands in the air everybody get wit it\n  The Universal Magnetic in a b-boy stance\n"},{"id":30826648,"name":"Ms. Fat Booty","trackName":"Ms. Fat Booty","artistName":"Yasiin Bey","albumName":"The Source Hip-Hop Music Awards 2000","duration":223.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I know I can't afford to stop\nFor one moment, that it's too soon to forget\nI know I can't afford to stop\nFor one moment, that it's too soon to forget\n\nIn she came with the same type game\nThe type of girl giving out the fake cell phone and name\nBig fame, she like cats with big things\nJewels chipped, money clip, phone flip, the six range\nI seen her on the Ave, spotted her more than once\nAss so fat that you could see it from the front\nShe spot me like paparazzi, shot me a glance\nIn that catwoman stance with the fat booty pants, hot damn!\n\nWhat's your name love, where you came from?\nNeck and wrist laced up, very little make-up\nThe swims at the Reebok gym tone your frame up\nIs sugar and spice the only thing that you made of?\nI tried to play it low key, but couldn't keep it down\nAsked her to dance and she was like, \"Yo, I'm leaving now\"\nAn hour later, sounds from Jamaica\nShe sipping Cris straight up, shaking, winding her waist up\n\nScene 2: my fam throwing the jam\nFareed is on the stand, big things is in the plans\nThe brother Big Mu makes space for me to move\n\"Ayo, this my man Mos, baby, let me introduce\"\nI turned around (Say word!) it was the same pretty bird\nWho I had priorly observed trying to play me for the herb\nShocked as hell she couldn't get it together\nI just played along and pretended I never met her\nHow you feeling? \"Oh, I'm fine\" My name is Mos \"I'm Sharice\"\nI heard so much good about you, it's nice to finally meet\nWe moved to the booth reserved for crew especially\nAnd honey love ended up sitting directly next to me\n\nI'm type polite but now I'm looking at her skeptically\nCause baby girl got all the right weaponry\nDesigner fabric, shoes and accessories\nChinky eyes, sweet voice is f-ing with me mentally\nWe conversated, made her laugh, yeah, you know me bro\nEven though I know the steelo, she wild sweet, yo\nI'm 'bout to murk, I say peace to the family\nShe hop up like, \"How you gon' leave before you dance with me?\"\n\nShe blew my whole head with that duke, I was like, word?\nI played it low though, I was like, yeah, aight, come on then, let's go\nNiggas was mad, niggas was so sick, I tell ya\nYo, honey was so blazing she was just\nYo, she looked like Jayne Kennedy, word bond, to my mother man\nShe was that ill man, she take me to the dance floor\nAnd she start whispering to me and sh-\n\n\"Yo, let me apologize for the other night\nI know it wasn't right, but baby you know what it's like\nSome brothers don't be coming right, I understand, I'm feeling you\nBesides, can I have a dance ain't really that original\"\nWe laughed about it, traced her arms across my shoulder blades\nThey playing Lovers Rock, I got the folded fingers on her waist\nHeating my blood up like the Arizona summer\nSong finished then she whispered, \"Honey, let's exchange numbers\"\n\nScene 3: weeks of dating late night conversation\nIn the crib heart racing, trying to be cool and patient\nShe touched on my eyelids, the room fell silent\nShe walked away smiling, singing Gregory Isaacs\nLike, \"If I don't, if I don't have you\"\nShowing me her tan line and her tattoo\nPlaying Sade, Sweetest Taboo\nBurning candles, all my other plans got cancelled\nMan I smashed it like a Idaho potato\nShe call me at my J.O., come now, I can't say no\nGinseng tree trunks, rocking the P-funk\nCocking her knees up, champion lover not ease up\nThree months, she call I feel I'm running a fever\nSix months, I'm telling her I desperately need her\nNine months, flu-like symptoms when shorty not around\nI need more than to knock it down, I'm really trying to lock it down\n\nMidnight we hook up and go at it\nBurn a stoge and let her know, sweetheart I got to have it\nShe telling me commitment is something she can't manage\nWake up the next morning, she gone like it was magic\nAhh, damn it, my sh- is on Harrison Ford Frantic\nMy 911's unanswered by my fly Taurus enchantress\nNext week, Mu hit me up, I saw Sharice at the Kittie club\nWith some banging ass Asian playing lay it down and lick me up\nWhat?","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.04] I know I can't afford to stop\n[00:05.03] For one moment, that it's too soon to forget\n[00:12.62] I know I can't afford to stop\n[00:16.09] For one moment, that it's too soon to forget\n[00:21.47] In she came with the same type game\n[00:23.94] The type of girl giving out the fake cell phone and name\n[00:26.56] Big fame, she like cats with big things\n[00:29.25] Jewels chipped, money clip, phone flip, the six range\n[00:31.94] I seen her on the Ave, spotted her more than once\n[00:34.40] Ass so fat that you could see it from the front\n[00:37.46] She spot me like paparazzi, shot me a glance\n[00:39.61] In that catwoman stance with the fat booty pants, hot damn!\n[00:42.77] What's your name love, where you came from?\n[00:45.23] Neck and wrist laced up, very little make-up\n[00:47.88] The swims at the Reebok gym tone your frame up\n[00:50.51] Is sugar and spice the only thing that you made of?\n[00:53.34] I tried to play it low key, but couldn't keep it down\n[00:55.92] Asked her to dance and she was like, \"Yo, I'm leaving now\"\n[00:58.61] An hour later, sounds from Jamaica\n[01:01.16] She sipping Cris straight up, shaking, winding her waist up\n[01:03.86] Scene 2: my fam throwing the jam\n[01:06.45] Fareed is on the stand, big things is in the plans\n[01:09.11] The brother Big Mu makes space for me to move\n[01:11.47] \"Ayo, this my man Mos, baby, let me introduce\"\n[01:14.32] I turned around (Say word!) it was the same pretty bird\n[01:16.89] Who I had priorly observed trying to play me for the herb\n[01:19.33] Shocked as hell she couldn't get it together\n[01:22.02] I just played along and pretended I never met her\n[01:25.07] How you feeling? \"Oh, I'm fine\" My name is Mos \"I'm Sharice\"\n[01:27.39] I heard so much good about you, it's nice to finally meet\n[01:30.20] We moved to the booth reserved for crew especially\n[01:32.91] And honey love ended up sitting directly next to me\n[01:35.62] I'm type polite but now I'm looking at her skeptically\n[01:38.32] Cause baby girl got all the right weaponry\n[01:41.00] Designer fabric, shoes and accessories\n[01:43.69] Chinky eyes, sweet voice is f-ing with me mentally\n[01:46.36] We conversated, made her laugh, yeah, you know me bro\n[01:49.06] Even though I know the steelo, she wild sweet, yo\n[01:51.54] I'm 'bout to murk, I say peace to the family\n[01:54.01] She hop up like, \"How you gon' leave before you dance with me?\"\n[01:56.97] She blew my whole head with that duke, I was like, word?\n[02:00.91] I played it low though, I was like, yeah, aight, come on then, let's go\n[02:03.82] Niggas was mad, niggas was so sick, I tell ya\n[02:07.44] Yo, honey was so blazing she was just\n[02:09.54] Yo, she looked like Jayne Kennedy, word bond, to my mother man\n[02:14.31] She was that ill man, she take me to the dance floor\n[02:17.05] And she start whispering to me and sh-\n[02:18.78] \"Yo, let me apologize for the other night\n[02:20.83] I know it wasn't right, but baby you know what it's like\n[02:23.36] Some brothers don't be coming right, I understand, I'm feeling you\n[02:26.25] Besides, can I have a dance ain't really that original\"\n[02:28.79] We laughed about it, traced her arms across my shoulder blades\n[02:31.52] They playing Lovers Rock, I got the folded fingers on her waist\n[02:34.16] Heating my blood up like the Arizona summer\n[02:36.47] Song finished then she whispered, \"Honey, let's exchange numbers\"\n[02:39.45] Scene 3: weeks of dating late night conversation\n[02:41.97] In the crib heart racing, trying to be cool and patient\n[02:44.40] She touched on my eyelids, the room fell silent\n[02:47.17] She walked away smiling, singing Gregory Isaacs\n[02:49.83] Like, \"If I don't, if I don't have you\"\n[02:52.90] Showing me her tan line and her tattoo\n[02:55.97] Playing Sade, Sweetest Taboo\n[02:57.55] Burning candles, all my other plans got cancelled\n[03:00.52] Man I smashed it like a Idaho potato\n[03:03.20] She call me at my J.O., come now, I can't say no\n[03:05.75] Ginseng tree trunks, rocking the P-funk\n[03:08.41] Cocking her knees up, champion lover not ease up\n[03:10.97] Three months, she call I feel I'm running a fever\n[03:13.61] Six months, I'm telling her I desperately need her\n[03:16.16] Nine months, flu-like symptoms when shorty not around\n[03:19.18] I need more than to knock it down, I'm really trying to lock it down\n[03:21.89] Midnight we hook up and go at it\n[03:24.57] Burn a stoge and let her know, sweetheart I got to have it\n[03:27.00] She telling me commitment is something 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start_ms: 137050\n  end_ms: 138780\n- text: '\"Yo, let me apologize for the other night'\n  start_ms: 138780\n  end_ms: 140830\n- text: I know it wasn't right, but baby you know what it's like\n  start_ms: 140830\n  end_ms: 143360\n- text: Some brothers don't be coming right, I understand, I'm feeling you\n  start_ms: 143360\n  end_ms: 146250\n- text: Besides, can I have a dance ain't really that original\"\n  start_ms: 146250\n  end_ms: 148790\n- text: We laughed about it, traced her arms across my shoulder blades\n  start_ms: 148790\n  end_ms: 151520\n- text: They playing Lovers Rock, I got the folded fingers on her waist\n  start_ms: 151520\n  end_ms: 154160\n- text: Heating my blood up like the Arizona summer\n  start_ms: 154160\n  end_ms: 156470\n- text: Song finished then she whispered, \"Honey, let's exchange numbers\"\n  start_ms: 156470\n  end_ms: 159450\n- text: 'Scene 3: weeks of dating late night conversation'\n  start_ms: 159450\n  end_ms: 161970\n- text: In the crib heart racing, trying to be cool and patient\n  start_ms: 161970\n  end_ms: 164400\n- text: She touched on my eyelids, the room fell silent\n  start_ms: 164400\n  end_ms: 167170\n- text: She walked away smiling, singing Gregory Isaacs\n  start_ms: 167170\n  end_ms: 169830\n- text: Like, \"If I don't, if I don't have you\"\n  start_ms: 169830\n  end_ms: 172900\n- text: Showing me her tan line and her tattoo\n  start_ms: 172900\n  end_ms: 175970\n- text: Playing Sade, Sweetest Taboo\n  start_ms: 175970\n  end_ms: 177550\n- text: Burning candles, all my other plans got cancelled\n  start_ms: 177550\n  end_ms: 180520\n- text: Man I smashed it like a Idaho potato\n  start_ms: 180520\n  end_ms: 183200\n- text: She call me at my J.O., come now, I can't say no\n  start_ms: 183200\n  end_ms: 185750\n- text: Ginseng tree trunks, rocking the P-funk\n  start_ms: 185750\n  end_ms: 188410\n- text: Cocking her knees up, champion lover not ease up\n  start_ms: 188410\n  end_ms: 190970\n- text: Three months, she call I feel I'm running a fever\n  start_ms: 190970\n  end_ms: 193610\n- text: Six months, I'm telling her I desperately need her\n  start_ms: 193610\n  end_ms: 196160\n- text: Nine months, flu-like symptoms when shorty not around\n  start_ms: 196160\n  end_ms: 199180\n- text: I need more than to knock it down, I'm really trying to lock it down\n  start_ms: 199180\n  end_ms: 201890\n- text: Midnight we hook up and go at it\n  start_ms: 201890\n  end_ms: 204570\n- text: Burn a stoge and let her know, sweetheart I got to have it\n  start_ms: 204570\n  end_ms: 207000\n- text: She telling me commitment is something she can't manage\n  start_ms: 207000\n  end_ms: 209530\n- text: Wake up the next morning, she gone like it was magic\n  start_ms: 209530\n  end_ms: 212010\n- text: Ahh, damn it, my sh- is on Harrison Ford Frantic\n  start_ms: 212010\n  end_ms: 214110\n- text: My 911's unanswered by my fly Taurus enchantress\n  start_ms: 214110\n  end_ms: 217780\n- text: Next week, Mu hit me up, I saw Sharice at the Kittie club\n  start_ms: 217780\n  end_ms: 219700\n- text: With some banging ass Asian playing lay it down and lick me up\n  start_ms: 219700\n  end_ms: 222960\n- text: What?\n  start_ms: 222960\n  end_ms: 222960\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 222960\nplain: |-\n  I know I can't afford to stop\n  For one moment, that it's too soon to forget\n  I know I can't afford to stop\n  For one moment, that it's too soon to forget\n\n  In she came with the same type game\n  The type of girl giving out the fake cell phone and name\n  Big fame, she like cats with big things\n  Jewels chipped, money clip, phone flip, the six range\n  I seen her on the Ave, spotted her more than once\n  Ass so fat that you could see it from the front\n  She spot me like paparazzi, shot me a glance\n  In that catwoman stance with the fat booty pants, hot damn!\n\n  What's your name love, where you came from?\n  Neck and wrist laced up, very little make-up\n  The swims at the Reebok gym tone your frame up\n  Is sugar and spice the only thing that you made of?\n  I tried to play it low key, but couldn't keep it down\n  Asked her to dance and she was like, \"Yo, I'm leaving now\"\n  An hour later, sounds from Jamaica\n  She sipping Cris straight up, shaking, winding her waist up\n\n  Scene 2: my fam throwing the jam\n  Fareed is on the stand, big things is in the plans\n  The brother Big Mu makes space for me to move\n  \"Ayo, this my man Mos, baby, let me introduce\"\n  I turned around (Say word!) it was the same pretty bird\n  Who I had priorly observed trying to play me for the herb\n  Shocked as hell she couldn't get it together\n  I just played along and pretended I never met her\n  How you feeling? \"Oh, I'm fine\" My name is Mos \"I'm Sharice\"\n  I heard so much good about you, it's nice to finally meet\n  We moved to the booth reserved for crew especially\n  And honey love ended up sitting directly next to me\n\n  I'm type polite but now I'm looking at her skeptically\n  Cause baby girl got all the right weaponry\n  Designer fabric, shoes and accessories\n  Chinky eyes, sweet voice is f-ing with me mentally\n  We conversated, made her laugh, yeah, you know me bro\n  Even though I know the steelo, she wild sweet, yo\n  I'm 'bout to murk, I say peace to the family\n  She hop up like, \"How you gon' leave before you dance with me?\"\n\n  She blew my whole head with that duke, I was like, word?\n  I played it low though, I was like, yeah, aight, come on then, let's go\n  Niggas was mad, niggas was so sick, I tell ya\n  Yo, honey was so blazing she was just\n  Yo, she looked like Jayne Kennedy, word bond, to my mother man\n  She was that ill man, she take me to the dance floor\n  And she start whispering to me and sh-\n\n  \"Yo, let me apologize for the other night\n  I know it wasn't right, but baby you know what it's like\n  Some brothers don't be coming right, I understand, I'm feeling you\n  Besides, can I have a dance ain't really that original\"\n  We laughed about it, traced her arms across my shoulder blades\n  They playing Lovers Rock, I got the folded fingers on her waist\n  Heating my blood up like the Arizona summer\n  Song finished then she whispered, \"Honey, let's exchange numbers\"\n\n  Scene 3: weeks of dating late night conversation\n  In the crib heart racing, trying to be cool and patient\n  She touched on my eyelids, the room fell silent\n  She walked away smiling, singing Gregory Isaacs\n  Like, \"If I don't, if I don't have you\"\n  Showing me her tan line and her tattoo\n  Playing Sade, Sweetest Taboo\n  Burning candles, all my other plans got cancelled\n  Man I smashed it like a Idaho potato\n  She call me at my J.O., come now, I can't say no\n  Ginseng tree trunks, rocking the P-funk\n  Cocking her knees up, champion lover not ease up\n  Three months, she call I feel I'm running a fever\n  Six months, I'm telling her I desperately need her\n  Nine months, flu-like symptoms when shorty not around\n  I need more than to knock it down, I'm really trying to lock it down\n\n  Midnight we hook up and go at it\n  Burn a stoge and let her know, sweetheart I got to have it\n  She telling me commitment is something she can't manage\n  Wake up the next morning, she gone like it was magic\n  Ahh, damn it, my sh- is on Harrison Ford Frantic\n  My 911's unanswered by my fly Taurus enchantress\n  Next week, Mu hit me up, I saw Sharice at the Kittie club\n  With some banging ass Asian playing lay it down and lick me up\n  What?\n"},{"id":17841051,"name":"Body Rock","trackName":"Body Rock","artistName":"Yasiin Bey","albumName":"We Are Hip Hop. Me. You. Everybody","duration":313.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Aight, uhh, alright y'all slow down I'm tryin ta\nAight, yo I i only took a little bit of spanish you gotta\nAight I hear what you're sayin but yo, aight okay\nAlright okay, alright okay okay\nAlright okay, I'm feelin you, okay\nAlright okay, alright okay okay\nAlright okay, I'm feelin you yo\n\nAll my people in brooklyn and you know we're hot, I say\nWe don't stop, the body rock\nAll my people in queens and the land in between say we\nDon't stop, the body rock\nShaolin and L-I say you know we're fly, say we\nDon't stop, the body rock\nFrom the east to the west son we take it to the chest say we\nDon't stop, the body rock\n\nI'm in the lab with ab, I got the band they're fat\nMy man t-a-s-h take it to your breastplate\nIt's the mighty mos def, complete the trilogy\nJust shot myself a dime, see are you feelin me?\nSon I'm wicked and nice when I'm on facility\nLet me take a sec to review what I wrote\nMos def and I sound par fresh ok it's dope\n\nLet's record this ('cord this) they gonna want dis (want dis)\nAnd all area crew is gonna flaunt this\nAnd when we step to the plate pah it's flawless\nMy man t-a-s-h with styles glory great\nGreat, great great, great great uh uhh uh uhh uh uhh uh\n\nUp next we got tash with that west coast rhymin\nBombin niggaz with the style that's dangerous as mountain climbin (ahhhh!)\nCause the alkie words I'm spittin be twistin while you listenin\nPlus I'm in this motherfucker with the likwit coalition\nGotta leave you in position, twist it backwards like dough go\nWhile you starin down my throat like, is he drunk or is he sober?\n\nWho knows, all I know is tash got flows\nAnd got the technique to get the ladies out of they clothes\nI been overly exposed to the forty-oh's and chickens\nSo i'ma keep it pumpin til the beat stop kickin\nOr til the plot thickens, cause this is how we do\nCatashtrophe, mos def, and the brother man que!\n\nWhat's up tash, hey yo, tip can't call it\nSure as mos is def and you alcoholic\nI'ma be surfin at, thing that's worth dealin\nHypodermically, shoot up your feelin\nFiguratively, speakin of course now\nOld and greedyness, seekin it's course now\nWhat we gonna do, eradicate them\nShoot them from the jam, they fear disease\n\nTash love are you ready to rock the mic?\nQ-tip are you ready to rock the mic\nMos def are you ready to rock the mic?\nWe got the universal style that you got to like!\nAnd ain't nobody steppin up when we got the mic\nSo turn the A.C up cause it's hot tonight!\nAnd til the bright early morn' we be rockin you all\nDon't stop, the body rock!\n\nCause I'm next to flex, and I'm technically advanced\nTo turn you on like cybersex, so in less than two sec's\nI blind mc's like thomas dolby with the science that'll leave\nThey braincells fryin slowly (fire) so slowly I flow and\nExpress written consent, from the undergroundin niggaz\nCoast ii coast I represent cause gettin bent, I do\n\nBut I'm doper than Sherm plus the way I put it down\nCould burn the perm off big worm, so peace and pipe this greeting\nOf the last action hero that be freezin rappers dead in they tracks\nLike sub zero (zero), cause rico ain't no joke\nI eat your flows and yo' beat up rappers even feel my presence\nWhen I'm home with my feet up\n\nFor what you skied up or treed up\nRelax and pull a seat up, make your landlord turn the heat up\nGot the opposition shook like tiger woods about to tee up\nSo niggaz no competition with the clear mos definition\nMc's screamin now for years can't rhyme without they mom's permission\nYou just a young'un comin out, gettin gassed to run your mouth\nWildin on the runabout, baby pah you comin out\n\nBarkin that you want a bout but son you know the comeabout\nWhen mos def blow up and, you don't, nuttin\nDon't you know nuttin? my crew go huntin\nWe keep it on the norm then we transform som'in\nAnd while, we do it, you bounce to it\nThe cops wanna stop the body rock but don't do it\n\nDy-no-mite like Jimmy JJ\nSwap down pen-ny, somewhere in L A (A)\nNow we got to bond like Voltron (tron)\nTash you the bomb, mos you the won ton (ton)\nQ will pick the lead, I must drop on thee (thee)\nA-b-s, I bust down, facility (ty)\nT-r-a-c-t is the mc (cee)\nIt's the ll, inside the place to be (be)\n\nQ tip are you ready to rock the mic?\nTash love are you ready to rock the mic\nMos def are you ready to rock the mic?\nWe got the universal brothers that you got to like\nNow ain't nobody steppin up when we got the mic\nSo turn your A.C up cause it's hot tonight!\nAnd til the bright early morn' we'll be rockin you all\nDon't stop, the body rock!\n\nAll my people out in Queens that know you're hot, you say\nDon't stop, the body rock!\nAll my people out in Brooklyn and you know we're hot, say\nDon't stop, the body rock!\nShaolin to L-I and you know we're fly, said\nDon't stop, the body rock!\nAll the people on the greens and the land in between said\nDon't stop, the body rock!\n\nNo stoppin\nNo stoppin\nOut in Jersey no stoppin\nPhiladelp-i-i no stoppin\nChi town gettin down the playgrounds\nDetroit you say no stoppin\nIn cali no stoppin\nAnd the great V-A no stoppin\n\nCause in the Brooklyn town no stoppin\nAnd the boogie down no stoppin\nL-I and Queens no stoppin\nAnd you See Medina Greens no stoppin\nYou know we, Lyricist Lounge no stoppin\n\nAnd my man Abstract no stoppin\nCause see we never the wack no stoppin\nDon't stop, the body rock\nD-dah, don't stop","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Body Rock\n  artist: Yasiin Bey\n  album: We Are Hip Hop. Me. You. Everybody\n  duration_ms: 313000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Aight, uhh, alright y'all slow down I'm tryin ta\n  Aight, yo I i only took a little bit of spanish you gotta\n  Aight I hear what you're sayin but yo, aight okay\n  Alright okay, alright okay okay\n  Alright okay, I'm feelin you, okay\n  Alright okay, alright okay okay\n  Alright okay, I'm feelin you yo\n\n  All my people in brooklyn and you know we're hot, I say\n  We don't stop, the body rock\n  All my people in queens and the land in between say we\n  Don't stop, the body rock\n  Shaolin and L-I say you know we're fly, say we\n  Don't stop, the body rock\n  From the east to the west son we take it to the chest say we\n  Don't stop, the body rock\n\n  I'm in the lab with ab, I got the band they're fat\n  My man t-a-s-h take it to your breastplate\n  It's the mighty mos def, complete the trilogy\n  Just shot myself a dime, see are you feelin me?\n  Son I'm wicked and nice when I'm on facility\n  Let me take a sec to review what I wrote\n  Mos def and I sound par fresh ok it's dope\n\n  Let's record this ('cord this) they gonna want dis (want dis)\n  And all area crew is gonna flaunt this\n  And when we step to the plate pah it's flawless\n  My man t-a-s-h with styles glory great\n  Great, great great, great great uh uhh uh uhh uh uhh uh\n\n  Up next we got tash with that west coast rhymin\n  Bombin niggaz with the style that's dangerous as mountain climbin (ahhhh!)\n  Cause the alkie words I'm spittin be twistin while you listenin\n  Plus I'm in this motherfucker with the likwit coalition\n  Gotta leave you in position, twist it backwards like dough go\n  While you starin down my throat like, is he drunk or is he sober?\n\n  Who knows, all I know is tash got flows\n  And got the technique to get the ladies out of they clothes\n  I been overly exposed to the forty-oh's and chickens\n  So i'ma keep it pumpin til the beat stop kickin\n  Or til the plot thickens, cause this is how we do\n  Catashtrophe, mos def, and the brother man que!\n\n  What's up tash, hey yo, tip can't call it\n  Sure as mos is def and you alcoholic\n  I'ma be surfin at, thing that's worth dealin\n  Hypodermically, shoot up your feelin\n  Figuratively, speakin of course now\n  Old and greedyness, seekin it's course now\n  What we gonna do, eradicate them\n  Shoot them from the jam, they fear disease\n\n  Tash love are you ready to rock the mic?\n  Q-tip are you ready to rock the mic\n  Mos def are you ready to rock the mic?\n  We got the universal style that you got to like!\n  And ain't nobody steppin up when we got the mic\n  So turn the A.C up cause it's hot tonight!\n  And til the bright early morn' we be rockin you all\n  Don't stop, the body rock!\n\n  Cause I'm next to flex, and I'm technically advanced\n  To turn you on like cybersex, so in less than two sec's\n  I blind mc's like thomas dolby with the science that'll leave\n  They braincells fryin slowly (fire) so slowly I flow and\n  Express written consent, from the undergroundin niggaz\n  Coast ii coast I represent cause gettin bent, I do\n\n  But I'm doper than Sherm plus the way I put it down\n  Could burn the perm off big worm, so peace and pipe this greeting\n  Of the last action hero that be freezin rappers dead in they tracks\n  Like sub zero (zero), cause rico ain't no joke\n  I eat your flows and yo' beat up rappers even feel my presence\n  When I'm home with my feet up\n\n  For what you skied up or treed up\n  Relax and pull a seat up, make your landlord turn the heat up\n  Got the opposition shook like tiger woods about to tee up\n  So niggaz no competition with the clear mos definition\n  Mc's screamin now for years can't rhyme without they mom's permission\n  You just a young'un comin out, gettin gassed to run your mouth\n  Wildin on the runabout, baby pah you comin out\n\n  Barkin that you want a bout but son you know the comeabout\n  When mos def blow up and, you don't, nuttin\n  Don't you know nuttin? 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wit confrontations and school my mind's racin\nI pride these sensations over this, now I'm hopin this\nWe shine for, I never got a chance to rhyme for\nMy role models sold bottles and stole cars\nAnd when they got locked, I accepted all the phone calls\nThat's when *niggas* was real\nBack before I had a deal\nBack when people called Villsburg Hooterville\nILL!!!\nMy mind wonders on melodic jams\nAn exotic bird, caged wit the rage and the violence of my words\nThe same things I down I turn around and do\nThe white cops say *Fuck you* but I say *Fuck you too!*\nTruth be totally hypocrites\nAnd materialistic society, spirituality shunned or\nWhile young kinds get gunned on\nHibernatin in projects, which you project-ing\nThe pigs is crucifyin but Africans is resurrectin, Jane Doe\nBattacky, sends cops to come and catch me\nHe better send a runnin back to run and track me\nWhen I'm runnin through the back streets\nThe rat teeth of beast lovin to black me\nEatin brothers like a picinic color cuz that's sweet\nTo lock a man up in prison, the standard of livin\nThinkin they make a better bred of man\nThan the man when he went in\nRub up a man for sinnin\nHandcuff his hands to the system, banned from his wisdom\nWit insanity in him, his mind roams wit like a cyclone\nDamagin victim, his eyes hold savage within him\nWrath wit the venom, poison his life\nNo ointment to boisten the might\nIf it's on the left, walk to the right\nUntil death, do your part do your life\nLike a boyfriend and wife, because the day times shorter than night\nYou know\nYo, black is fragile remember that\nCherish everyday\nLive life to the fullest, aight","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: A Tree Never Grown\n  artist: Yasiin Bey\n  album: We Are Hip Hop. 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Everybody\n  duration_ms: 398916\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  \"1, 2, 3, 4\" 10x\n  Yo, this is 88...\n  This is for Amadou Diallo\n  Rest in peace, you still here\n  Yo, I'm in a brownstone singin like Brownstone\n  Bird's eye view wit the bodega\n  Know Omega like Rakim\n  Thinkin about brother Diallo\n  I find it hard to swallow\n  Cuz 41 is a hard act to follow\n  Who is it, it can happen tomorrow\n  Goes down all the time in some African community\n  This one just hit closer to home\n  Cuz it happen it in our backyard\n  This that *shit* bring us closer to home\n  They ask \"What you writin fo' What you writin on that paper fo'\"\n  Don't ask me nuttin, just tell me\n  How is safer got me safe, that's why my raps sour\n  My peoples screamin \"Black power!\" and la razah\n  From the Bronx, police bustin, it's redemption time\n  Now in the squad car, CPR's supposed to be the motto\n  But in they minds, they be like \"Yo, I'ma do Diallo\"\n  I guess master's noose was a bitter pill to swallow\n  Cuz nowadays, tips ain't the only things that's hollow\n  Constitution, 41 more holes in it\n  And cops swingin sticks like they tryin to win the pennant\n  And stickin sticks places where they ashamed to admit it\n  But that's the straw that broke the camel's back\n  THEY GON' GET IT!!\n  Possessed by a nervous twitch and itchy writin finger\n  41 strokes through the barrel of pen for Amadou\n  More than a few of my personal friends\n  Since the beginning, it seems like it never ends\n  The story, ancient as lyrical allegory and it's all gory\n  The Little Shop of City Hall Horrors\n  Who bakes infiltrate, agent, provocator mission statement\n  Assassinate the Senate candidate, heavenly mandate\n  We proceeded on a country road\n  His mother's eyes withered swoll\n  Her child was never comin home\n  Said a prayer for his soul\n  As the coffin had closed, committed to the earth below\n  First seed she would sew, would be a tree never grown\n  Shade that was never known\n  Who controls the Terrordome, the member hearts made of stone\n  Who love only what they own\n  Stay on your toes for a true bruise description\n  Match blue suits, walkin round wit a stick and *edit*\n  Ready to blast wit the wrath of a hollow tip\n  And the fact is my task is a scholarship\n  I feel it in my chest cavitity\n  The only death's apathy, so I change it for who's next after me\n  And that's the fullest reward\n  Keep the face of the lost on my bulletin board\n  Yo yo, it's blue uniform, sirens, names, and badge numbers\n  Clubs, walkie-talkies, recipies for bad summers\n  Frisked, pissed after I tuck in my stuff\n  I really think they just like touchin my *nuts*\n  What's real stain they thoughts\n  Swear, but they won't say it in court\n  All they do is change the report\n  Riots, tryin to keep the crowd under control\n  They even got shows, Cops, LAPD, Highway Patrol yo yo\n  From the cradle to the grave, they made you a slave\n  Brainwash to kill each other, that's the plague that they made\n  I search em like readin scripts that could save you today\n  White is right, black is wrong, that's the label they gave\n  Fryin in hell, applyin jails, they got you dyin in cells\n  Triple six in the mix, Levine to spell\n  Prepare for the worst, and try to hope for the best\n  I take a stare at the hearse, can we cope wit the stress\n  I live in the land of punches\n  Illegal chokeholds and excessive gunshots\n  Where there's one millionaire for every billion empty pot\n  And Adolf Guily think we static but he's in for a shock\n  They come wit automatics but we flip it\n  Use the one, create the four glocks and while stocks get washed\n  While school doors get locked and when jobs get blocked\n  The confi-dence get's rock\n  And when the welfares drop into the jails we stock now\n  After Amadou wrestlin wit freedom tacks my mind into a headlock\n  But *fuck* H&R, I'm a true cat\n  Refundin power back to our Blocks\n  Good life, you can bubble or struggle\n  Use your brain muscle if you hustle\n  Don't let nobody touch you\n  Don't even trust the ones that trust you\n  Cuz the ones you showin love to might bust\n  Seekin as a cancer, my man got shot by Haitians or Jamaicans? wit confrontations and school my mind's racin\n  I pride these sensations over this, now I'm hopin this\n  We shine for, I never got a chance to rhyme for\n  My role models sold bottles and stole cars\n  And when they got locked, I accepted all the phone calls\n  That's when *niggas* was real\n  Back before I had a deal\n  Back when people called Villsburg Hooterville\n  ILL!!!\n  My mind wonders on melodic jams\n  An exotic bird, caged wit the rage and the violence of my words\n  The same things I down I turn around and do\n  The white cops say *Fuck you* but I say *Fuck you too!*\n  Truth be totally hypocrites\n  And materialistic society, spirituality shunned or\n  While young kinds get gunned on\n  Hibernatin in projects, which you project-ing\n  The pigs is crucifyin but Africans is resurrectin, Jane Doe\n  Battacky, sends cops to come and catch me\n  He better send a runnin back to run and track me\n  When I'm runnin through the back streets\n  The rat teeth of beast lovin to black me\n  Eatin brothers like a picinic color cuz that's sweet\n  To lock a man up in prison, the standard of livin\n  Thinkin they make a better bred of man\n  Than the man when he went in\n  Rub up a man for sinnin\n  Handcuff his hands to the system, banned from his wisdom\n  Wit insanity in him, his mind roams wit like a cyclone\n  Damagin victim, his eyes hold savage within him\n  Wrath wit the venom, poison his life\n  No ointment to boisten the might\n  If it's on the left, walk to the right\n  Until death, do your part do your life\n  Like a boyfriend and wife, because the day times shorter than night\n  You know\n  Yo, black is fragile remember that\n  Cherish everyday\n  Live life to the fullest, aight\n"},{"id":22655420,"name":"Body Rock","trackName":"Body Rock","artistName":"Yasiin Bey","albumName":"We Are Hip Hop. 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wrote\nMos def and I sound par fresh ok it's dope\n\nLet's record this ('cord this) they gonna want dis (want dis)\nAnd all area crew is gonna flaunt this\nAnd when we step to the plate pah it's flawless\nMy man t-a-s-h with styles glory great\nGreat, great great, great great uh uhh uh uhh uh uhh uh\n\nUp next we got tash with that west coast rhymin\nBombin niggaz with the style that's dangerous as mountain climbin (ahhhh!)\nCause the alkie words I'm spittin be twistin while you listenin\nPlus I'm in this motherfucker with the likwit coalition\nGotta leave you in position, twist it backwards like dough go\nWhile you starin down my throat like, is he drunk or is he sober?\n\nWho knows, all I know is tash got flows\nAnd got the technique to get the ladies out of they clothes\nI been overly exposed to the forty-oh's and chickens\nSo i'ma keep it pumpin til the beat stop kickin\nOr til the plot thickens, cause this is how we do\nCatashtrophe, mos def, and the brother man que!\n\nWhat's up tash, hey yo, tip can't call it\nSure as mos is def and you alcoholic\nI'ma be surfin at, thing that's worth dealin\nHypodermically, shoot up your feelin\nFiguratively, speakin of course now\nOld and greedyness, seekin it's course now\nWhat we gonna do, eradicate them\nShoot them from the jam, they fear disease\n\nTash love are you ready to rock the mic?\nQ-tip are you ready to rock the mic\nMos def are you ready to rock the mic?\nWe got the universal style that you got to like!\nAnd ain't nobody steppin up when we got the mic\nSo turn the A.C up cause it's hot tonight!\nAnd til the bright early morn' we be rockin you all\nDon't stop, the body rock!\n\nCause I'm next to flex, and I'm technically advanced\nTo turn you on like cybersex, so in less than two sec's\nI blind mc's like thomas dolby with the science that'll leave\nThey braincells fryin slowly (fire) so slowly I flow and\nExpress written consent, from the undergroundin niggaz\nCoast ii coast I represent cause gettin bent, I 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body rock but don't do it\n\nDy-no-mite like Jimmy JJ\nSwap down pen-ny, somewhere in L A (A)\nNow we got to bond like Voltron (tron)\nTash you the bomb, mos you the won ton (ton)\nQ will pick the lead, I must drop on thee (thee)\nA-b-s, I bust down, facility (ty)\nT-r-a-c-t is the mc (cee)\nIt's the ll, inside the place to be (be)\n\nQ tip are you ready to rock the mic?\nTash love are you ready to rock the mic\nMos def are you ready to rock the mic?\nWe got the universal brothers that you got to like\nNow ain't nobody steppin up when we got the mic\nSo turn your A.C up cause it's hot tonight!\nAnd til the bright early morn' we'll be rockin you all\nDon't stop, the body rock!\n\nAll my people out in Queens that know you're hot, you say\nDon't stop, the body rock!\nAll my people out in Brooklyn and you know we're hot, say\nDon't stop, the body rock!\nShaolin to L-I and you know we're fly, said\nDon't stop, the body rock!\nAll the people on the greens and the land in between said\nDon't 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great uh uhh uh uhh uh uhh uh\n[01:12.29] Up next we got tash with that west coast rhymin\n[01:14.79] Bombin niggaz with the style that's dangerous as mountain climbin (ahhhh!)\n[01:17.33] Cause the alkie words I'm spittin be twistin while you listenin\n[01:19.70] Plus I'm in this motherfucker with the likwit coalition\n[01:22.66] Gotta leave you in position, twist it backwards like dough go\n[01:25.09] While you starin down my throat like, is he drunk or is he sober?\n[01:27.87] Who knows, all I know is tash got flows\n[01:30.19] And got the technique to get the ladies out of they clothes\n[01:32.54] I been overly exposed to the forty-oh's and chickens\n[01:35.50] So i'ma keep it pumpin til the beat stop kickin\n[01:37.91] Or til the plot thickens, cause this is how we do\n[01:40.39] Catashtrophe, mos def, and the brother man que!\n[01:43.31] What's up tash, hey yo, tip can't call it\n[01:46.02] Sure as mos is def and you alcoholic\n[01:48.50] I'ma be surfin at, thing that's worth dealin\n[01:51.23] Hypodermically, shoot up your feelin\n[01:53.55] Figuratively, speakin of course now\n[01:56.30] Old and greedyness, seekin it's course now\n[01:58.72] What we gonna do, eradicate them\n[02:01.42] Shoot them from the jam, they fear disease\n[02:03.85] Tash love are you ready to rock the mic?\n[02:06.42] Q-tip are you ready to rock the mic\n[02:08.66] Mos def are you ready to rock the mic?\n[02:11.30] We got the universal style that you got to like!\n[02:14.09] And ain't nobody steppin up when we got the mic\n[02:16.55] So turn the A.C up cause it's hot tonight!\n[02:19.18] And til the bright early morn' we be rockin you all\n[02:22.39] Don't stop, the body rock!\n[02:24.35] Cause I'm next to flex, and I'm technically advanced\n[02:27.14] To turn you on like cybersex, so in less than two sec's\n[02:29.74] I blind mc's like thomas dolby with the science that'll leave\n[02:32.14] They braincells fryin slowly (fire) so slowly I flow and\n[02:34.84] Express written 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Aight, uhh, alright y'all slow down I'm tryin ta\n  Aight, yo I i only took a little bit of spanish you gotta\n  Aight I hear what you're sayin but yo, aight okay\n  Alright okay, alright okay okay\n  Alright okay, I'm feelin you, okay\n  Alright okay, alright okay okay\n  Alright okay, I'm feelin you yo\n\n  All my people in brooklyn and you know we're hot, I say\n  We don't stop, the body rock\n  All my people in queens and the land in between say we\n  Don't stop, the body rock\n  Shaolin and L-I say you know we're fly, say we\n  Don't stop, the body rock\n  From the east to the west son we take it to the chest say we\n  Don't stop, the body rock\n\n  I'm in the lab with ab, I got the band they're fat\n  My man t-a-s-h take it to your breastplate\n  It's the mighty mos def, complete the trilogy\n  Just shot myself a dime, see are you feelin me?\n  Son I'm wicked and nice when I'm on facility\n  Let me take a sec to review what I wrote\n  Mos def and I sound par fresh ok it's 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yo, tip can't call it\n  Sure as mos is def and you alcoholic\n  I'ma be surfin at, thing that's worth dealin\n  Hypodermically, shoot up your feelin\n  Figuratively, speakin of course now\n  Old and greedyness, seekin it's course now\n  What we gonna do, eradicate them\n  Shoot them from the jam, they fear disease\n\n  Tash love are you ready to rock the mic?\n  Q-tip are you ready to rock the mic\n  Mos def are you ready to rock the mic?\n  We got the universal style that you got to like!\n  And ain't nobody steppin up when we got the mic\n  So turn the A.C up cause it's hot tonight!\n  And til the bright early morn' we be rockin you all\n  Don't stop, the body rock!\n\n  Cause I'm next to flex, and I'm technically advanced\n  To turn you on like cybersex, so in less than two sec's\n  I blind mc's like thomas dolby with the science that'll leave\n  They braincells fryin slowly (fire) so slowly I flow and\n  Express written consent, from the undergroundin niggaz\n  Coast ii coast I 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wit confrontations and school my mind's racin\nI pride these sensations over this, now I'm hopin this\nWe shine for, I never got a chance to rhyme for\nMy role models sold bottles and stole cars\nAnd when they got locked, I accepted all the phone calls\nThat's when *niggas* was real\nBack before I had a deal\nBack when people called Villsburg Hooterville\nILL!!!\nMy mind wonders on melodic jams\nAn exotic bird, caged wit the rage and the violence of my words\nThe same things I down I turn around and do\nThe white cops say *Fuck you* but I say *Fuck you too!*\nTruth be totally hypocrites\nAnd materialistic society, spirituality shunned or\nWhile young kinds get gunned on\nHibernatin in projects, which you project-ing\nThe pigs is crucifyin but Africans is resurrectin, Jane Doe\nBattacky, sends cops to come and catch me\nHe better send a runnin back to run and track me\nWhen I'm runnin through the back streets\nThe rat teeth of beast lovin to black me\nEatin brothers like a picinic color cuz that's sweet\nTo lock a man up in prison, the standard of livin\nThinkin they make a better bred of man\nThan the man when he went in\nRub up a man for sinnin\nHandcuff his hands to the system, banned from his wisdom\nWit insanity in him, his mind roams wit like a cyclone\nDamagin victim, his eyes hold savage within him\nWrath wit the venom, poison his life\nNo ointment to boisten the might\nIf it's on the left, walk to the right\nUntil death, do your part do your life\nLike a boyfriend and wife, because the day times shorter than night\nYou know\nYo, black is fragile remember that\nCherish everyday\nLive life to the fullest, aight","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: A Tree Never Grown\n  artist: Yasiin Bey\n  album: We Are Hip Hop. Me. You. Everybody\n  duration_ms: 395897\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  \"1, 2, 3, 4\" 10x\n  Yo, this is 88...\n  This is for Amadou Diallo\n  Rest in peace, you still here\n  Yo, I'm in a brownstone singin like Brownstone\n  Bird's eye view wit the bodega\n  Know Omega like Rakim\n  Thinkin about brother Diallo\n  I find it hard to swallow\n  Cuz 41 is a hard act to follow\n  Who is it, it can happen tomorrow\n  Goes down all the time in some African community\n  This one just hit closer to home\n  Cuz it happen it in our backyard\n  This that *shit* bring us closer to home\n  They ask \"What you writin fo' What you writin on that paper fo'\"\n  Don't ask me nuttin, just tell me\n  How is safer got me safe, that's why my raps sour\n  My peoples screamin \"Black power!\" and la razah\n  From the Bronx, police bustin, it's redemption time\n  Now in the squad car, CPR's supposed to be the motto\n  But in they minds, they be like \"Yo, I'ma do Diallo\"\n  I guess master's noose was a bitter pill to swallow\n  Cuz nowadays, tips ain't the only things that's hollow\n  Constitution, 41 more holes in it\n  And cops swingin sticks like they tryin to win the pennant\n  And stickin sticks places where they ashamed to admit it\n  But that's the straw that broke the camel's back\n  THEY GON' GET IT!!\n  Possessed by a nervous twitch and itchy writin finger\n  41 strokes through the barrel of pen for Amadou\n  More than a few of my personal friends\n  Since the beginning, it seems like it never ends\n  The story, ancient as lyrical allegory and it's all gory\n  The Little Shop of City Hall Horrors\n  Who bakes infiltrate, agent, provocator mission statement\n  Assassinate the Senate candidate, heavenly mandate\n  We proceeded on a country road\n  His mother's eyes withered swoll\n  Her child was never comin home\n  Said a prayer for his soul\n  As the coffin had closed, committed to the earth below\n  First seed she would sew, would be a tree never grown\n  Shade that was never known\n  Who controls the Terrordome, the member hearts made of stone\n  Who love only what they own\n  Stay on your toes for a true bruise description\n  Match blue suits, walkin round wit a stick and *edit*\n  Ready to blast wit the wrath of a hollow tip\n  And the fact is my task is a scholarship\n  I feel it in my chest cavitity\n  The only death's apathy, so I change it for who's next after me\n  And that's the fullest reward\n  Keep the face of the lost on my bulletin board\n  Yo yo, it's blue uniform, sirens, names, and badge numbers\n  Clubs, walkie-talkies, recipies for bad summers\n  Frisked, pissed after I tuck in my stuff\n  I really think they just like touchin my *nuts*\n  What's real stain they thoughts\n  Swear, but they won't say it in court\n  All they do is change the report\n  Riots, tryin to keep the crowd under control\n  They even got shows, Cops, LAPD, Highway Patrol yo yo\n  From the cradle to the grave, they made you a slave\n  Brainwash to kill each other, that's the plague that they made\n  I search em like readin scripts that could save you today\n  White is right, black is wrong, that's the label they gave\n  Fryin in hell, applyin jails, they got you dyin in cells\n  Triple six in the mix, Levine to spell\n  Prepare for the worst, and try to hope for the best\n  I take a stare at the hearse, can we cope wit the stress\n  I live in the land of punches\n  Illegal chokeholds and excessive gunshots\n  Where there's one millionaire for every billion empty pot\n  And Adolf Guily think we static but he's in for a shock\n  They come wit automatics but we flip it\n  Use the one, create the four glocks and while stocks get washed\n  While school doors get locked and when jobs get blocked\n  The confi-dence get's rock\n  And when the welfares drop into the jails we stock now\n  After Amadou wrestlin wit freedom tacks my mind into a headlock\n  But *fuck* H&R, I'm a true cat\n  Refundin power back to our Blocks\n  Good life, you can bubble or struggle\n  Use your brain muscle if you hustle\n  Don't let nobody touch you\n  Don't even trust the ones that trust you\n  Cuz the ones you showin love to might bust\n  Seekin as a cancer, my man got shot by Haitians or Jamaicans? wit confrontations and school my mind's racin\n  I pride these sensations over this, now I'm hopin this\n  We shine for, I never got a chance to rhyme for\n  My role models sold bottles and stole cars\n  And when they got locked, I accepted all the phone calls\n  That's when *niggas* was real\n  Back before I had a deal\n  Back when people called Villsburg Hooterville\n  ILL!!!\n  My mind wonders on melodic jams\n  An exotic bird, caged wit the rage and the violence of my words\n  The same things I down I turn around and do\n  The white cops say *Fuck you* but I say *Fuck you too!*\n  Truth be totally hypocrites\n  And materialistic society, spirituality shunned or\n  While young kinds get gunned on\n  Hibernatin in projects, which you project-ing\n  The pigs is crucifyin but Africans is resurrectin, Jane Doe\n  Battacky, sends cops to come and catch me\n  He better send a runnin back to run and track me\n  When I'm runnin through the back streets\n  The rat teeth of beast lovin to black me\n  Eatin brothers like a picinic color cuz that's sweet\n  To lock a man up in prison, the standard of livin\n  Thinkin they make a better bred of man\n  Than the man when he went in\n  Rub up a man for sinnin\n  Handcuff his hands to the system, banned from his wisdom\n  Wit insanity in him, his mind roams wit like a cyclone\n  Damagin victim, his eyes hold savage within him\n  Wrath wit the venom, poison his life\n  No ointment to boisten the might\n  If it's on the left, walk to the right\n  Until death, do your part do your life\n  Like a boyfriend and wife, because the day times shorter than night\n  You know\n  Yo, black is fragile remember that\n  Cherish everyday\n  Live life to the fullest, aight\n"},{"id":36217032,"name":"Travelin' Man (remix)","trackName":"Travelin' Man (remix)","artistName":"Yasiin Bey","albumName":"We Are Hip Hop. Me. You. Everybody","duration":236.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Here we go y'all\nGet down and get down\nGet down and get down\n\nA-1, Bus-ta\n\nSay memories don't live like people\nI have to pack up my bags and leave you\nWhen you're gone I am longing to see\nI'm a travelling man, moving through\n\nI'm leaving on a jet\nWhen you're gone I get so upset\nI'm a travelling man, moving through places\nPack my bags, arrange my suitcases\nI got to tie up both my shoelaces\nKiss my cheeks and see me gone\nI'm leaving (but I won't be too long)\nI'm leaving (and you know I'll be back)\nI'm leaving (get down and get down)\n\nHey yo, six in the morning, I'm up at dawn packing\nWash up my face and start my backpacking\nGet my head together for the fantastic voyage\nOn a fast break like the Georgetown Hoyas\nKiss my baby bye, tell my honey don't cry\nWipe the tear from my eye, say Salaam from the fly\nThen I'm off into limitless space with swift pace\n\nLeft a few G's at the place just in case\nWith haste I get snappy, hit the corner, hail a cabby\n\nRubbing expressway, on the JFK\n\nAnd with no delays so step on it doggone it\nThese fly out-of-staters got the paper and I want it\nThe voice on percussion, need no introduction\nThe mighty Mos Def on DJ Hon the production\nMy jam keep you buzzing, like cash and good loving\nI'm staying farm fresh, I ain't Mos Def or nothing\nSo if you're in the groove, let me see you move something\nYou're in the tri-state and you're high stakes hunting\nYou wake up in the morn' saying must make something\nWell I got something special to make, let's motivate\n\nSay memories don't live like people\nI have to pack up my bags and leave you\nWhen you're gone I am longing to see\nI'm a travelling man, moving through places\nI'm leaving on a big jet\nI got to hurry up and keep up pace, step\nA travelling man, moving through places\n\nPack my bags, arrange my suitcases\nI got to tie up both my shoelaces\nKiss my cheeks and see me gone\nI'm leaving (but I won't be too long)\nI'm leaving (and I'll be good while I'm gone)\nI'm leaving\nBut I'll be back again, but I'll be back again\n\nI'm making tracks again, step it up\nMy garment bag on my back again\nHere we go, there it is\n\nYo it's the first class mission with first class provision\nThe plan, hard work, results is good living\nIt's the airport again, let's get all that we can\n\nIt's important that it's gorgeous so the fortune expand\n\nCrossing borders of land, along the sands of time\n\nI came to motivate the masses with the standard of rhyme\nYou're understanding that I'm (so fresh)\nThey know it all across the planet that I'm (so fresh)\nMos Def taking bold steps forward\nThese notes was recorded, the area's applauded\nI feel so rewarded by the grace of Allah\nYou can shine like a star\nThe more you realize reality, the better you are\nAnd now I'm swaze, three minutes and change\nYou know the game, gotta skate\n\nPlenty paper to make, here come the plane, 'cause\n\nMemories don't live like people\nI have to pack up my bags and leave you\nWhen you're gone I am longing to see\nI'm a travelling man, moving through places\nI'm leaving on a big jet\nWhen I'm gone you get so upset\n\nI'm a travelling man, moving through places\nPack my bags, arrange my suitcases\nI'm 'bout to see some brand new faces\nKiss my cheeks and see me gone\nI'm leaving (but I won't be too long)\nI'm leaving (so dry your eye while I'm gone)\nI'm leaving\n\nBut I'll be back again, I'll be back again\nI'll be back again, I'll be back again","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Travelin' Man (remix)\n  artist: Yasiin Bey\n  album: We Are Hip Hop. Me. You. Everybody\n  duration_ms: 236000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Here we go y'all\n  Get down and get down\n  Get down and get down\n\n  A-1, Bus-ta\n\n  Say memories don't live like people\n  I have to pack up my bags and leave you\n  When you're gone I am longing to see\n  I'm a travelling man, moving through\n\n  I'm leaving on a jet\n  When you're gone I get so upset\n  I'm a travelling man, moving through places\n  Pack my bags, arrange my suitcases\n  I got to tie up both my shoelaces\n  Kiss my cheeks and see me gone\n  I'm leaving (but I won't be too long)\n  I'm leaving (and you know I'll be back)\n  I'm leaving (get down and get down)\n\n  Hey yo, six in the morning, I'm up at dawn packing\n  Wash up my face and start my backpacking\n  Get my head together for the fantastic voyage\n  On a fast break like the Georgetown Hoyas\n  Kiss my baby bye, tell my honey don't cry\n  Wipe the tear from my eye, say Salaam from the fly\n  Then I'm off into limitless space with swift pace\n\n  Left a few G's at the place just in case\n  With haste I get snappy, hit the corner, hail a cabby\n\n  Rubbing expressway, on the JFK\n\n  And with no delays so step on it doggone it\n  These fly out-of-staters got the paper and I want it\n  The voice on percussion, need no introduction\n  The mighty Mos Def on DJ Hon the production\n  My jam keep you buzzing, like cash and good loving\n  I'm staying farm fresh, I ain't Mos Def or nothing\n  So if you're in the groove, let me see you move something\n  You're in the tri-state and you're high stakes hunting\n  You wake up in the morn' saying must make something\n  Well I got something special to make, let's motivate\n\n  Say memories don't live like people\n  I have to pack up my bags and leave you\n  When you're gone I am longing to see\n  I'm a travelling man, moving through places\n  I'm leaving on a big jet\n  I got to hurry up and keep up pace, step\n  A travelling man, moving through places\n\n  Pack my bags, arrange my suitcases\n  I got to tie up both my shoelaces\n  Kiss my cheeks and see me gone\n  I'm leaving (but I won't be too long)\n  I'm leaving (and I'll be good while I'm gone)\n  I'm leaving\n  But I'll be back again, but I'll be back again\n\n  I'm making tracks again, step it up\n  My garment bag on my back again\n  Here we go, there it is\n\n  Yo it's the first class mission with first class provision\n  The plan, hard work, results is good living\n  It's the airport again, let's get all that we can\n\n  It's important that it's gorgeous so the fortune expand\n\n  Crossing borders of land, along the sands of time\n\n  I came to motivate the masses with the standard of rhyme\n  You're understanding that I'm (so fresh)\n  They know it all across the planet that I'm (so fresh)\n  Mos Def taking bold steps forward\n  These notes was recorded, the area's applauded\n  I feel so rewarded by the grace of Allah\n  You can shine like a star\n  The more you realize reality, the better you are\n  And now I'm swaze, three minutes and change\n  You know the game, gotta skate\n\n  Plenty paper to make, here come the plane, 'cause\n\n  Memories don't live like people\n  I have to pack up my bags and leave you\n  When you're gone I am longing to see\n  I'm a travelling man, moving through places\n  I'm leaving on a big jet\n  When I'm gone you get so upset\n\n  I'm a travelling man, moving through places\n  Pack my bags, arrange my suitcases\n  I'm 'bout to see some brand new faces\n  Kiss my cheeks and see me gone\n  I'm leaving (but I won't be too long)\n  I'm leaving (so dry your eye while I'm gone)\n  I'm leaving\n\n  But I'll be back again, I'll be back again\n  I'll be back again, I'll be back again\n"},{"id":35353762,"name":"I've Committed Murder (Gang Starr remix)","trackName":"I've Committed Murder (Gang Starr remix)","artistName":"Yasiin Bey","albumName":"We Are Hip Hop. Me. You. Everybody","duration":274.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Another Gang Starr remix, tailor made for Macy Gray\nBig kids like us need a lot of space to play\nI'm blowin' fakes away with my man Mos Def\nOf course, Premo on the track, walk the streets no vest\nSo don't test, 'cause you can catch a bad one\nI turn you happy camper rappers into sad ones\nAlways bless you with a new joint, shit you never heard\nI need a place to lay low, bro, 'cause this one is murder\n\nMy baby works down at the boulevard cafe\nJust a fine young man with big dreams\nTrying to make his own way\nThe owner is this mean old bitch who degrades him every day\nThen she fires him for no reason\nDon't wanna give him his last pay, hey\n\nI've committed murder and I think I got away\nHiding at my mother's house, come get me right away\nI have no intention of paying for my crime, don't fear\nGonna get the next plane out of here and fly away\n\nWhen he's down, it breaks my heart to see him\nSo I figured I'd talk to her woman to woman\nI walk in and she countin' her cash\nGot so much cash, her office looks like a green pasture\nI said, \"Give him the money you owe him\"\nShe said, \"Get back, bitch, I ain't givin' you shit\"\nI said, \"You hold back, you ain't heard, but them are fighting words\"\n\nI've committed murder and I think I got away\nHiding at my mother's house, come get me right away\nI have no intention of paying for my crime, don't fear\nGonna get the next plane out of here and fly away\n\nYo, puttin' out maximum effort for minimum wage\nYou bring the still-est waters up to a simmering rage\nMy boss slippin', steady trippin', wanna get in my face\nTryna treat a brother any old typical way\nAh-ah-ah-ayy, that ain't the way I'm livin' today\nGive me my last week check and let me bounce up and skate\nThat's when she said, \"I ain't givin' you not one thin dime\"\nThat's when she made me wanna switch into my criminal mind\nShe's sittin' back in her office, yeah, I made the dough\nAnd don't wanna give a young man the pay she owe\nThat's when I got on the horn and called Macy, yo\nLike, \"Yo, this crazy ho tryna play me low\"\nMacy beamed on the scene with both hands on deck\nLike, \"Yo, respect your debt or protect your neck\"\nBut old chick got bold and said, \"What you gon' do?\"\nMacy reached for the tool, made her holler like Ja Rule\nI was like, \"Oh shit, relax, don't flip\"\nBut old chick got slick, Macy let off a whole clip\nThen she said, \"You crazy, you know labor ain't free\"\nSnatched the cash and made the dash like O.J. and A.C\nAnd we out\n\nYo\nYo, I ain't know you had a gun\nWhat, you think it's funny?\nLook at all this money\nWell, damn, you went and shot her in the tummy\nLook at all these papers\nWell, we ain't have to go pull a murder case\nAnd make the old lady meet her maker\nYour maker?\nThat rhymes with Jamaica\nYou better bounce 'fore our face be in the paper\nGettin' locked up in the bing is not the flavor\n\nWith a suitcase full of money\nWe flew to a Jamaican paradise\nOne thing I've learned through all of this is\nHavin' money sure is nice\nMe and my baby got married\nHe's workin' hard to make his dreams come true\nAs far as regrets, I don't have any\nWould you?\n\nI've committed murder and I think I got away\nHiding at my mother's house, come get me right away\nI have no intention of paying for my crime, don't fear\nGonna get the next plane out of here and fly away\nI've committed murder and I think I got away\nHiding at my mother's house, come get me right away\nI have no intention of paying for my crime, don't fear\nGonna get the next plane out of here and fly away\n\nAnd I don't feel bad about it (Fly away)\nAnd I don't feel bad about it (Fly away)\nAnd I don't feel bad about it (Fly away)\nAnd I don't feel bad about it","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I've Committed Murder (Gang Starr remix)\n  artist: Yasiin Bey\n  album: We Are Hip Hop. Me. You. Everybody\n  duration_ms: 274000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Another Gang Starr remix, tailor made for Macy Gray\n  Big kids like us need a lot of space to play\n  I'm blowin' fakes away with my man Mos Def\n  Of course, Premo on the track, walk the streets no vest\n  So don't test, 'cause you can catch a bad one\n  I turn you happy camper rappers into sad ones\n  Always bless you with a new joint, shit you never heard\n  I need a place to lay low, bro, 'cause this one is murder\n\n  My baby works down at the boulevard cafe\n  Just a fine young man with big dreams\n  Trying to make his own way\n  The owner is this mean old bitch who degrades him every day\n  Then she fires him for no reason\n  Don't wanna give him his last pay, hey\n\n  I've committed murder and I think I got away\n  Hiding at my mother's house, come get me right away\n  I have no intention of paying for my crime, don't fear\n  Gonna get the next plane out of here and fly away\n\n  When he's down, it breaks my heart to see him\n  So I figured I'd talk to her woman to woman\n  I walk in and she countin' her cash\n  Got so much cash, her office looks like a green pasture\n  I said, \"Give him the money you owe him\"\n  She said, \"Get back, bitch, I ain't givin' you shit\"\n  I said, \"You hold back, you ain't heard, but them are fighting words\"\n\n  I've committed murder and I think I got away\n  Hiding at my mother's house, come get me right away\n  I have no intention of paying for my crime, don't fear\n  Gonna get the next plane out of here and fly away\n\n  Yo, puttin' out maximum effort for minimum wage\n  You bring the still-est waters up to a simmering rage\n  My boss slippin', steady trippin', wanna get in my face\n  Tryna treat a brother any old typical way\n  Ah-ah-ah-ayy, that ain't the way I'm livin' today\n  Give me my last week check and let me bounce up and skate\n  That's when she said, \"I ain't givin' you not one thin dime\"\n  That's when she made me wanna switch into my criminal mind\n  She's sittin' back in her office, yeah, I made the dough\n  And don't wanna give a young man the pay she owe\n  That's when I got on the horn and called Macy, yo\n  Like, \"Yo, this crazy ho tryna play me low\"\n  Macy beamed on the scene with both hands on deck\n  Like, \"Yo, respect your debt or protect your neck\"\n  But old chick got bold and said, \"What you gon' do?\"\n  Macy reached for the tool, made her holler like Ja Rule\n  I was like, \"Oh shit, relax, don't flip\"\n  But old chick got slick, Macy let off a whole clip\n  Then she said, \"You crazy, you know labor ain't free\"\n  Snatched the cash and made the dash like O.J. and A.C\n  And we out\n\n  Yo\n  Yo, I ain't know you had a gun\n  What, you think it's funny?\n  Look at all this money\n  Well, damn, you went and shot her in the tummy\n  Look at all these papers\n  Well, we ain't have to go pull a murder case\n  And make the old lady meet her maker\n  Your maker?\n  That rhymes with Jamaica\n  You better bounce 'fore our face be in the paper\n  Gettin' locked up in the bing is not the flavor\n\n  With a suitcase full of money\n  We flew to a Jamaican paradise\n  One thing I've learned through all of this is\n  Havin' money sure is nice\n  Me and my baby got married\n  He's workin' hard to make his dreams come true\n  As far as regrets, I don't have any\n  Would you?\n\n  I've committed murder and I think I got away\n  Hiding at my mother's house, come get me right away\n  I have no intention of paying for my crime, don't fear\n  Gonna get the next plane out of here and fly away\n  I've committed murder and I think I got away\n  Hiding at my mother's house, come get me right away\n  I have no intention of paying for my crime, don't fear\n  Gonna get the next plane out of here and fly away\n\n  And I don't feel bad about it (Fly away)\n  And I don't feel bad about it (Fly away)\n  And I don't feel bad about it (Fly away)\n  And I don't feel bad about it\n"},{"id":28816884,"name":"Shinjiro (feat. Yasiin Bey)","trackName":"Shinjiro (feat. Yasiin Bey)","artistName":"DJ Krush","albumName":"We Are Hip Hop. Me. You. Everybody","duration":299.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(feat. Mos Def)\n\nMos Def:\n\n? Got the sound, you know the vibe baby\nAnd DJ Krush he get down, word up you know the vibe baby\nYeah, and? Get down, word up you know the vibe bay\nBut Mos Def keep the crown, representin Brooklyn, you know the vibe yo\n\nFrom all borders, doorways and gates\nResurrection draws near, mankind awaits\nWhen you're livin in this world you got to survive\nShaitan is lookin on alert, attackin from all sides\nWitness before all eyes, the evidence of unseen\nThe power past the comprehension that controls all things\nThe battle fought by good and evil is a real contest\nIt is the outcome of the struggle that we play context\nTo all sets sections cruddy clicks crews and clans\nGilgreens to Badlands, jump up, to understand\nI'm just a man, not the univeral architect\nWe tread the face of this heavenly place, and show respect\nTokyo, raise your hands, where you at?\nOsaka, raise your hands, where you at?\n?*Mos Def says something in Japanese I don't understand*?\nDJ Krush Mos Def on the touch, we let it fly\nI send my, salaam to my, entire squad\nMeiso hard, wherever you are, stay on your job\nStrugglin hard, to overcome the perils of life\nWe writin rhymes on enemy lines to shine light\nStay in meditation to keep the head right\nSpreadin wings like heavenly things, we take flight\nFlight flight flight flight flight flight flight, ha ha\n\nEverything gon be alright (2X)\nAnd you got to believe\n(repeat 2X)\nEverything gon be alright (2X)\nI said you got to believe (2X)\n\nYo bust it baby\nMe and Krush politickin buildin on this money mission\n? Somethin so I had to stop and listen\nIt's time for ever tickin, my gift for-ever thinkin\nI'm tryin to get mine cause Son it's here for the gettin\nAllah's provision, will help us in the providential\nMy pad and pencil, will transcribe the elemental\nThe raw essential, the South bound resedential\nThe pure and simple, to resonate in your mental\nI flash a dimple, my? Shine like precious metal\nLeft the rah rah livin alone, about to settle\nFast act tryin to go slow down, and save your petrol\nCause the beat don't stop, like yellow cabs in the metro\nRejoice your verse to Earth, as the verbs connects\nThis is a daily operation like birth to death\nAnd I burst the breath, yep, as a so-called vet\nI've orchestrated designs while they slept, quiet as kept\nEverything that you heard in advance is just a glance\nOf the landscape, furnish we? Crops? And props till\nSunsets and? Tree-dots, back jobs? 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(no doubt)\n\nListen, yo\nLet's start it up (start it up)\nLet's get it flowin (get it flowin)\nLet's make a move (make a move)\nLet's get it goin (haha)\nI know it's feelin like everything you want, don't it?\nAnd you been waitin your whole life for one moment\nWell baby here it is (here it is)\nYou better step to it (step to it)\nI know you ready right (ready y'all)\nThen baby let's do it (let's do it)\n\nPut your neck to it, put your arms and legs next to it\nThen put whatever else is left to it\nSee you're all in (all in) now you about to rock 'em\nGot your focus man, now they got a problem\nWho you talkin to? son right there\nThe man in the mirror, I see him quite clear\nDo your thing Cav (yeah son)\nWork it out dog (work it out)\nOpen up their minds (open up)\nBe about yours (bout yours)\nSilence everyone who ever try to doubt yours\nGet your mind right (mind right)\nKeep your sound raw (sound raw)\nHeavy bass man (bass man)\nMake it bounce more (bounce more)\nMake 'em feel it from to the ceilin to the ground floor\n(if you invited me)\n\nHow it sound y'all? I know it's crazy, right\nI know it's crazy tight, don't ever take me light\nIt's Cav Love y'all (Cav Love y'all)\nAnd that's what's up y'all (sup y'all)\nI peeped in, I know exactly what you want y'all\nI make it jump y'all (jump y'all)\nSo put 'em up y'all (up y'all)\nBrown Sugar, Brooklyn, it's bout to jump off\n(Hook: Mos Def and singer)\nYou got to (give it to me)\nYou need to (give it to me) (uh huh)\nYou better (give it to me)\n(give it to me) ha ha, brown sugar\nLeave the ground shook up (uh)\nGot the world sweatin like fiends without cook up\nCome on, you know you really wanna (give it to me)\nYou better (give it to me)\nYou got to (give it to me)\n(give it to me) brown sugar, ha\nLick your lips to it\nWork your hips to it (ha)\nAnd steady rockin like this to it\n\n(Mos Def)\nIt's like one, two, three, and to the four\nThe brother Cavvy Cav is here so let him know\nThis for my hustlers (my hustlers)\nThis for my scramblers (scramblers)\nThis for my sexy mamis (sexy mamis)\nThis for everybody (everybody)\nBang it at any party and watch 'em rock to it\nBounce some pop to it, this here's hot music\nDuke I'm not losin, you need to stop foolin\nI know the game very well boy I'm not stupid\nSharp and smart movement, applyin a heart to it\nCame here to get the ghetto blocks movin\n(if you invited me)\nAnd after rockin in the porch and backyards movin\nKeep it crackin cuz I love the way that y'all do it\n\n(Hook: Mos Def and singer)\nYou got to (give it to me)\nYou need to (give it to me)\nYou better (give it to me)\n(give it to me) ha, brown sugar\nLeave the ground shook up\nObserve the way how we make it sound hit up\nLike you got to (give it to me)\nYou need to (give it to me)\nYou got to (give it to me)\n(give it to me) Brown Sugar\nLick your lips to it (huh)\nWork your hips to it (yeah)\nAnd steady rockin like this to it like\ndamn baby, damn baby, damn baby, damn\nooh ahh, ooh ahh ooh ahh\nooh ahh, ooh ahh ooh ahh\ndamn baby, damn baby, damn baby, damn baby\nooh ahh, ooh ahh ooh ahh\nooh ahh, ooh ahh ooh ahh\ndamn baby, damn baby, damn baby, damn baby\nooh ahh, ooh ahh ooh ahh\nooh ahh, ooh ahh ooh ahh\ndamn baby, damn baby, damn baby, damn baby\nif you invited me\nif you invited me","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.20] (if you invited me)\n[00:04.38] Yeah, Cav Love, brown sugar\n[00:05.78] Bout to set it like, yeah yeah y'all (uh huh)\n[00:08.15] Yeah yeah y'all (uh huh) yeah yeah y'all (uh huh)\n[00:10.04] (if you invited me)\n[00:11.29] Adjust my mic so I can touch it up right quick\n[00:12.74] Show 'em how Brooklyn do, you know what I mean? (no doubt)\n[00:15.31] Listen, yo\n[00:16.69] Let's start it up (start it up)\n[00:18.05] Let's get it flowin (get it flowin)\n[00:19.22] Let's make a move (make a move)\n[00:20.42] Let's get it goin (haha)\n[00:21.54] I know it's feelin like everything you want, don't it?\n[00:23.78] And you been waitin your whole life for one moment\n[00:26.24] Well baby here it is (here it is)\n[00:27.58] You better step to it (step to it)\n[00:28.74] I know you ready right (ready y'all)\n[00:29.94] Then baby let's do it (let's do it)\n[00:31.29] Put your neck to it, put your arms and legs next to it\n[00:34.09] Then put whatever else is left to it\n[00:36.15] See you're all in (all in) now you about to rock 'em\n[00:38.45] Got your focus man, now they got a problem\n[00:40.91] Who you talkin to? son right there\n[00:43.33] The man in the mirror, I see him quite clear\n[00:45.86] Do your thing Cav (yeah son)\n[00:47.45] Work it out dog (work it out)\n[00:48.45] Open up their minds (open up)\n[00:49.70] Be about yours (bout yours)\n[00:50.96] Silence everyone who ever try to doubt yours\n[00:53.10] Get your mind right (mind right)\n[00:54.79] Keep your sound raw (sound raw)\n[00:55.96] Heavy bass man (bass man)\n[00:57.18] Make it bounce more (bounce more)\n[00:58.37] Make 'em feel it from to the ceilin to the ground floor\n[01:00.42] (if you invited me)\n[01:01.12] How it sound y'all? 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if you invited me\n  start_ms: 178150\n  end_ms: 186400\n- text: if you invited me\n  start_ms: 186400\n  end_ms: 199320\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 199320\nplain: |-\n  (if you invited me)\n  Yeah, Cav Love, brown sugar\n  Bout to set it like, yeah yeah y'all (uh huh)\n  Yeah yeah y'all (uh huh) yeah yeah y'all (uh huh)\n  (if you invited me)\n  Adjust my mic so I can touch it up right quick\n  Show 'em how Brooklyn do, you know what I mean? (no doubt)\n\n  Listen, yo\n  Let's start it up (start it up)\n  Let's get it flowin (get it flowin)\n  Let's make a move (make a move)\n  Let's get it goin (haha)\n  I know it's feelin like everything you want, don't it?\n  And you been waitin your whole life for one moment\n  Well baby here it is (here it is)\n  You better step to it (step to it)\n  I know you ready right (ready y'all)\n  Then baby let's do it (let's do it)\n\n  Put your neck to it, put your arms and legs next to it\n  Then put whatever else is left to it\n  See you're all in (all in) now you about to rock 'em\n  Got your focus man, now they got a problem\n  Who you talkin to? son right there\n  The man in the mirror, I see him quite clear\n  Do your thing Cav (yeah son)\n  Work it out dog (work it out)\n  Open up their minds (open up)\n  Be about yours (bout yours)\n  Silence everyone who ever try to doubt yours\n  Get your mind right (mind right)\n  Keep your sound raw (sound raw)\n  Heavy bass man (bass man)\n  Make it bounce more (bounce more)\n  Make 'em feel it from to the ceilin to the ground floor\n  (if you invited me)\n\n  How it sound y'all? I know it's crazy, right\n  I know it's crazy tight, don't ever take me light\n  It's Cav Love y'all (Cav Love y'all)\n  And that's what's up y'all (sup y'all)\n  I peeped in, I know exactly what you want y'all\n  I make it jump y'all (jump y'all)\n  So put 'em up y'all (up y'all)\n  Brown Sugar, Brooklyn, it's bout to jump off\n  (Hook: Mos Def and singer)\n  You got to (give it to me)\n  You need to (give it to me) (uh huh)\n  You better (give it to me)\n  (give it to me) ha ha, brown sugar\n  Leave the ground shook up (uh)\n  Got the world sweatin like fiends without cook up\n  Come on, you know you really wanna (give it to me)\n  You better (give it to me)\n  You got to (give it to me)\n  (give it to me) brown sugar, ha\n  Lick your lips to it\n  Work your hips to it (ha)\n  And steady rockin like this to it\n\n  (Mos Def)\n  It's like one, two, three, and to the four\n  The brother Cavvy Cav is here so let him know\n  This for my hustlers (my hustlers)\n  This for my scramblers 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nose...)\n\nSay my name, say my name\nObserve how I stake my claim, I independently lay it down\nAnd played my game, my own two raise my flame\n'Cause dick ridin ain't my thing\nI earned what they said I wouldn't\nI got it the way they said I couldn't\nBut now I'm gettin it and they whole grill is crooked\nMad 'cause I'm gettin caked out from my bookings\nWhen y'all was askin permission, I just stepped up and took it\n\nWhat? The kid's better buy my rookie card now\n'Cause after this year the price ain't comin down\nAnd if you got a joint bubblin' then get money now\n'Cause in a minute, there's gonna be some real trouble comin' out\nJust a warnin', as usual some cats won't heed it\nThe hard headed always gotta feel it to believe it\nIt's a shame that jealous gaze is too short to see it\nBut when they face hit the cement, they nod in agreement\n\nWe could play nice and decent, or dirty like the 7-1 Precinct\nCall it a day or make it a long evenin'\nYou keep on schemin', it give me some more reason\nTo have the women in your mama's church screamin' \"Lord Jesus!\"\nHarder than y'all 'cause I'm smarter than y'all\nI know that deep down it's got to be bothering y'all\nPay attention, watch fly gon' get larger than y'all\nPut your pride on the rocks, make you swallow it all\n\nThe mathematic problem for y'all, it just get harder to solve\nEvery day that the saga evolve\nThe door or die stay rumblin' and bumblin' hard\nAnd when we move, we ain't got no discussion at all\nEast coast's on your neck and you ain't shruggin' it off\nTry to bullyfoot and end up stumblin' off\nI'm Daddy Brooklyn, y'all niggas are the sons of New York\nGettin' spanked when there's too much trouble to talk\nRespect mine\n\nOh no\nLook at who they let in the back door\nFrom Long Beach to Brooklyn, they know\nWe rock from the East to West coast\nQueens salute to Pharoahe (you know)\nStep away from the mic, they too cold\nThe funk might fracture your nose\n\nVery contagious raps should be trapped in cages\nThrough stages of wackness, Pharoahe's raps are blazin'\nAnd it amazes me how you claim thug\nBut go two-ways without SkyTel pagers\nI'm intellectual, pass more essays\nThan motorcade police parades through East L.A.\nMore beef then deli's, thus what I vent is just\nWhat you lust to vent is irrele'\nHuh, hallelujah, Pharoahe Monch'll do ya\nMaintain the same frame of mind, screw ya!\n\nGet the picture, sit ya, seat ya, preacher with scriptures\nI'm equipped to rip ya, reach ya\nPharoahe and Mos is verbal osmosis\nCoast to coast, we boast to be the most explosive here\nFerocious, the lyrical prognosis\nThe dosage is leavin' you mentally unfocused here\nMC's just come on 'round\nYou're the next contestants on \"Catch-A-Beat-Down\"\n\nDon't be hesitant, sound cracks the sediment\nIt's evident, we medicine for your whole town\nSky's the limit, game's infinite when I'm in it\nAll windows is tinted, how you seein' me when I'm in it?\nRap, we got it on lock man, stop that\nPut that mic back down, boy, drop that\nPharoahe's flows blows shows like afros\nWe hate y'all though, that's why Nate Dogg goes...\n\nOh no\nNiggas ain't scared to hustle\nIt's been seven days, the same clothes\nAsk them originals 'cause they know\nMos Def, Nate Dogg, and Pharoahe\nStep away from the mic, they too cold\nThe funk might fracture your nose (nose, nose...)\n\nOh no\nNiggas ain't scared to hustle\nIt's been seven days, the same clothes\nAsk them originals 'cause they know\nMos Def, Nate Dogg, and Pharoahe\nStep away from the mic, they too cold\nThe funk might fracture your nose (nose, nose...)\n\nOh no\nLook at who they let in the back door\nFrom Long Beach to Brooklyn, they know\nWe rock from the East to West coast\nQueens salute to Pharoahe (you know)\nStep away from the mic, they too cold\nThe funk might fracture your nose (nose, nose...)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.53] Yeah\n[00:02.35] One for the treble, two for the bass\n[00:04.98] Welcome to the great incredible paper chase\n[00:07.34] Keep your boots laced if you want to keep pace\n[00:09.29] Oh no\n[00:10.85] Niggas ain't scared to hustle\n[00:12.74] It's been seven days, the same clothes\n[00:15.29] Ask them originals 'cause they know\n[00:17.69] Mos Def, Nate Dogg, and Pharoahe\n[00:20.26] Step away from the mic, they too cold\n[00:22.55] The funk might fracture your nose (nose, nose...)\n[00:29.41] Say my name, say my name\n[00:31.03] Observe how I stake my claim, I independently lay it down\n[00:33.96] And played my game, my own two raise my flame\n[00:36.36] 'Cause dick ridin ain't my thing\n[00:38.06] I earned what they said I wouldn't\n[00:39.40] I got it the way they said I couldn't\n[00:41.06] But now I'm gettin it and they whole grill is crooked\n[00:43.61] Mad 'cause I'm gettin caked out from my bookings\n[00:45.80] When y'all was askin permission, I just stepped up and took it\n[00:48.37] What? The kid's better buy my rookie card now\n[00:51.08] 'Cause after this year the price ain't comin down\n[00:53.07] And if you got a joint bubblin' then get money now\n[00:55.42] 'Cause in a minute, there's gonna be some real trouble comin' out\n[00:58.02] Just a warnin', as usual some cats won't heed it\n[01:00.48] The hard headed always gotta feel it to believe it\n[01:02.86] It's a shame that jealous gaze is too short to see it\n[01:05.25] But when they face hit the cement, they nod in agreement\n[01:07.87] We could play nice and decent, or dirty like the 7-1 Precinct\n[01:10.51] Call it a day or make it a long evenin'\n[01:12.77] You keep on schemin', it give me some more reason\n[01:14.98] To have the women in your mama's church screamin' \"Lord Jesus!\"\n[01:17.86] Harder than y'all 'cause I'm smarter than y'all\n[01:19.65] I know that deep down it's got to be bothering y'all\n[01:22.24] Pay attention, watch fly gon' get larger than y'all\n[01:24.64] Put your pride on the rocks, make you swallow it all\n[01:26.91] The mathematic problem for y'all, it just get harder to solve\n[01:30.19] Every day that the saga evolve\n[01:31.75] The door or die stay rumblin' and bumblin' hard\n[01:34.20] And when we move, we ain't got no discussion at all\n[01:36.73] East coast's on your neck and you ain't shruggin' it off\n[01:39.18] Try to bullyfoot and end up stumblin' off\n[01:41.51] I'm Daddy Brooklyn, y'all niggas are the sons of New York\n[01:43.96] Gettin' spanked when there's too much trouble to talk\n[01:46.25] Respect mine\n[01:46.57] Oh no\n[01:47.62] Look at who they let in the back door\n[01:50.06] From Long Beach to Brooklyn, they know\n[01:52.44] We rock from the East to West coast\n[01:55.13] Queens salute to Pharoahe (you know)\n[01:57.25] Step away from the mic, they too cold\n[01:59.61] The funk might fracture your nose\n[02:01.00] Very contagious raps should be trapped in cages\n[02:03.52] Through stages of wackness, Pharoahe's raps are blazin'\n[02:05.93] And it amazes me how you claim thug\n[02:08.54] But go two-ways without SkyTel pagers\n[02:10.99] I'm intellectual, pass more essays\n[02:13.48] Than motorcade police parades through East L.A.\n[02:15.77] More beef then deli's, thus what I vent is just\n[02:18.66] What you lust to vent is irrele'\n[02:20.51] Huh, hallelujah, Pharoahe Monch'll do ya\n[02:22.83] Maintain the same frame of mind, screw ya!\n[02:25.74] Get the picture, sit ya, seat ya, preacher with scriptures\n[02:28.46] I'm equipped to rip ya, reach ya\n[02:30.49] Pharoahe and Mos is verbal osmosis\n[02:32.59] Coast to coast, we boast to be the most explosive here\n[02:35.41] Ferocious, the lyrical prognosis\n[02:37.40] The dosage is leavin' you mentally unfocused here\n[02:40.47] MC's just come on 'round\n[02:42.34] You're the next contestants on \"Catch-A-Beat-Down\"\n[02:44.99] Don't be hesitant, sound cracks the sediment\n[02:47.20] It's evident, we medicine for your whole town\n[02:49.84] Sky's the limit, game's 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