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What's the deal\n  He on the hill puffin' krill to keep they belly filled\n  Light in the ass with heavy steel, sights on the pretty shit in life\n  Young soldiers tryin' to earn they next stripe\n\n  When the average minimum wage is $5.15\n  You best believe you gotta find a new grind to get cream\n  The white unemployment rate, is nearly more than triple for black\n  So frontliners got they gun in your back\n  Bubblin' crack, jewel theft and robbery to combat poverty\n  And end up in the global jail economy\n  Stiffer stipulations attached to each sentence\n  Budget cutbacks but increased police presence\n  And even if you get out of prison still livin'\n\n  Join the other five million under state supervision\n  This is business, no faces just lines and statistics\n  From your phone, your zip code, to S-S-I digits\n  The system break man child and women into figures\n  Two columns for who is, and who ain't niggaz\n  Numbers is hardly real and they never have feelings\n  But you push too hard, even numbers got limits\n  Why did one straw break the camel's back? Here's the secret\n  The million other straws underneath it, it's all mathematics\n\n  The Mighty Mos Def\n  It's simple mathematics\n  Check it out!\n  I revolve around science\n  What are we talking about here?\n\n  The Mighty Mos Def\n  It's simple mathematics\n  Check it out!\n  I revolve around science\n  What are we talking about here?\n\n  Mathematics\n"},{"id":40264043,"name":"Mathematics","trackName":"Mathematics","artistName":"Yasiin Bey","albumName":"Mos Definite","duration":244.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Booka-booka-booka-booka-booka-booka\nHa-hah\nYou know the deal\nIt's just me yo\nBeats by Su-Primo for all of my peoples, negroes and latinos\nAnd even the gringos\n\nYo, check it one for Charlie Hustle, two for Steady Rock\nThree for the fourth comin' live, future shock\nIt's five dimensions, six senses\nSeven firmaments of heaven to hell, eight million stories to tell\nNine planets faithfully keep in orbit\nWith the probable tenth, the universe expands length\nThe body of my text poses extra strength\nPower-liftin' powerless up, out of this, towerin' inferno\nMy ink so hot it burn through the journal\nI'm blacker than midnight on Broadway and Myrtle\n\nHip-Hop past all your tall social hurdles\nLike the nationwide projects, prison-industry complex\nBroken glass wall better keep your alarm set\nStreets too loud to ever hear freedom ring\nSay evacuate your sleep, it's dangerous to dream\nBut you chain cats get they cha-pow, who dead now?\nKillin' fields need blood to graze the cash cow\nIt's a number game, but shit don't add up somehow\nLike I got, 16 to 32 bars to rock it\nBut only 15 percent of profits, ever see my pockets like\n\n69 billion in the last twenty years spent on national defense\nBut folks still live in fear like\nNearly half of America's largest cities is one-quarter black\nThat's why they gave Ricky Ross all the crack\n16 ounces to a pound, twenty more to a ki\nA five-minute sentence hearing and you no longer free\n40% of Americans own a cell phone\nSo they can hear everything that you say when you ain't home\nI guess, Michael Jackson was right, \"You Are Not Alone\"\n\nRock your hardhat black 'cause you in the Terrordome\nFull of hard niggas, large niggas, dice tumblers\nYoung teens and prison greens facin' life numbers\nCrack mothers, crack babies and AIDS patients\nYoung bloods can't spell, but they could rock you in PlayStation\nThis new math is whippin' motherfuckers ass\nYou wanna know how to rhyme you better learn how to add\nIt's mathematics\n\nThe Mighty Mos Def\nIt's simple mathematics\nCheck it out!\nI revolve around science\nWhat are we talking about here?\n\nThe Mighty Mos Def\nIt's simple mathematics\nCheck it out!\nI revolve around science\nWhat are we talking about here?\n\nDo your math\nDo your math\nOne, t-t-two. three, four\nWhat are we talking about here?\n\nYo, it's one universal law but two sides to every story\nThree strikes and you be in for life, manditory\nFour MCs murdered in the last four years\nI ain't tryin' to be the fifth one, the millennium is here\nYo it's six million ways to die, from the seven deadly thrills\nEight-year olds gettin' found with nine mill's\nIt's 10 p.m., where your seeds at? 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What's the deal\n  He on the hill puffin' krill to keep they belly filled\n  Light in the ass with heavy steel, sights on the pretty shit in life\n  Young soldiers tryin' to earn they next stripe\n\n  When the average minimum wage is $5.15\n  You best believe you gotta find a new grind to get cream\n  The white unemployment rate, is nearly more than triple for black\n  So frontliners got they gun in your back\n  Bubblin' crack, jewel theft and robbery to combat poverty\n  And end up in the global jail economy\n  Stiffer stipulations attached to each sentence\n  Budget cutbacks but increased police presence\n  And even if you get out of prison still livin'\n\n  Join the other five million under state supervision\n  This is business, no faces just lines and statistics\n  From your phone, your zip code, to S-S-I digits\n  The system break man child and women into figures\n  Two columns for who is, and who ain't niggaz\n  Numbers is hardly real and they never have feelings\n  But you push too hard, even numbers got limits\n  Why did one straw break the camel's back? 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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 she can't manage\n[03:29.53] Wake up the next morning, she gone like it was magic\n[03:32.01] Ahh, damn it, my sh- is on Harrison Ford Frantic\n[03:34.11] My 911's unanswered by my fly Taurus enchantress\n[03:37.78] Next week, Mu hit me up, I saw Sharice at the Kittie club\n[03:39.70] With some banging ass Asian playing lay it down and lick me up\n[03:42.96] What?\n[03:42.96] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ms. Fat Booty\n  artist: Yasiin Bey\n  album: Ms. Fat Booty / Mathematics\n  duration_ms: 224000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I know I can't afford to stop\n  start_ms: 40\n  end_ms: 5030\n- text: For one moment, that it's too soon to forget\n  start_ms: 5030\n  end_ms: 12620\n- text: I know I can't afford to stop\n  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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":39048047,"name":"Ms. Fat Booty (instrumental)","trackName":"Ms. Fat Booty (instrumental)","artistName":"Yasiin Bey","albumName":"Ms. Fat Booty / 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was like, \"Yo, I'm leaving now\"\nAn hour later, sounds from Jamaica\nShe sipping Cris straight up, shaking, winding her waist up\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\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 fucking 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 shit\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\"\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\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 shit 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":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ms. Fat Booty (instrumental)\n  artist: Yasiin Bey\n  album: Ms. Fat Booty / Mathematics\n  duration_ms: 242000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I know I can't afford to stop\n  For one moment, that it's too soon to forget\n\n  Man, duke I was in love with this girl, duke\n  I was tore up dog, I'm telling you man\n  Shit is wild man, for real\n  It's, she's from, let me tell you about her\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  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  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  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 fucking 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 shit\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  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  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 shit 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":39732405,"name":"Ms. Fat Booty","trackName":"Ms. Fat Booty","artistName":"Yasiin Bey","albumName":"Ms. Fat Booty / Mathematics","duration":244.0,"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 she can't manage\n[03:29.53]Wake up the next morning, she gone like it was magic\n[03:32.01]Ahh, damn it, my sh- is on Harrison Ford Frantic\n[03:34.11]My 911's unanswered by my fly Taurus enchantress\n[03:37.78]Next week, Mu hit me up, I saw Sharice at the Kittie club\n[03:39.70]With some banging ass Asian playing lay it down and lick me up\n[03:42.96]What?\n[03:42.96]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ms. Fat Booty\n  artist: Yasiin Bey\n  album: Ms. Fat Booty / Mathematics\n  duration_ms: 244000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I know I can't afford to stop\n  start_ms: 40\n  end_ms: 5030\n- text: For one moment, that it's too soon to forget\n  start_ms: 5030\n  end_ms: 12620\n- text: I know I can't afford to stop\n  start_ms: 12620\n  end_ms: 16090\n- text: For one moment, that it's too soon to forget\n  start_ms: 16090\n  end_ms: 21470\n- text: In she came with the same type game\n  start_ms: 21470\n  end_ms: 23940\n- text: The type of girl giving out the fake cell phone and name\n  start_ms: 23940\n  end_ms: 26560\n- text: Big fame, she like cats with big things\n  start_ms: 26560\n  end_ms: 29250\n- text: Jewels chipped, money clip, phone flip, the six range\n  start_ms: 29250\n  end_ms: 31940\n- text: I seen her on the Ave, spotted her more than once\n  start_ms: 31940\n  end_ms: 34400\n- 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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":38515156,"name":"Mathematics (Album Version (Explicit))","trackName":"Mathematics (Album Version (Explicit))","artistName":"yasiin bey","albumName":"Black On Both Sides","duration":246.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Booka-booka-booka-booka-booka-booka\nHa-hah\nYou know the deal\nIt's just me yo\nBeats by Su-Primo for all of my peoples, negroes and latinos\nAnd even the gringos\n\nYo, check it one for Charlie Hustle, two for Steady Rock\nThree for the fourth comin' live, future shock\nIt's five dimensions, six senses\nSeven firmaments of heaven to hell, eight million stories to tell\nNine planets faithfully keep in orbit\nWith the probable tenth, the universe expands length\nThe body of my text poses extra strength\nPower-liftin' powerless up, out of this, towerin' inferno\nMy ink so hot it burn through the journal\nI'm blacker than midnight on Broadway and Myrtle\n\nHip-Hop past all your tall social hurdles\nLike the nationwide projects, prison-industry complex\nBroken glass wall better keep your alarm set\nStreets too loud to ever hear freedom ring\nSay evacuate your sleep, it's dangerous to dream\nBut you chain cats get they cha-pow, who dead now?\nKillin' fields need blood to graze the cash cow\nIt's a number game, but shit don't add up somehow\nLike I got, 16 to 32 bars to rock it\nBut only 15 percent of profits, ever see my pockets like\n\n69 billion in the last twenty years spent on national defense\nBut folks still live in fear like\nNearly half of America's largest cities is one-quarter black\nThat's why they gave Ricky Ross all the crack\n16 ounces to a pound, twenty more to a ki\nA five-minute sentence hearing and you no longer free\n40% of Americans own a cell phone\nSo they can hear everything that you say when you ain't home\nI guess, Michael Jackson was 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